I made an elementary writing mistake these past two months, one that many writers make from time to time. I was entirely drained after work (December and January are horribly demanding) and I didn’t feel inspired to write, so I didn’t. This lull led to suffocating self-doubt and a thousand questions.
I started to question my art and ability to write.
Then the questions left and a certainty filled me.
I am not good.
I cannot do this.
The absurd thing about all of this was that I doubted something I no longer practiced.
I’m an avid hockey fan and I know that when a player suffers a leg fracture or broken foot it can take months to get back to “game speed”. They’ve been off for a bit and need to undergo proper conditioning to attain “game speed” once again. In other words, they have to put in the work to get to a place where skating and playing the game feels natural.
Conditioning is the key word there. It means to break in. Ever run a 5K on a new pair of shoes? Ouch.
This is where I am at now. Learning to walk again. Learning the writing drive again.
Now comes the hard part. Now comes the march onward to becoming an everydayer.
There were times in the past when I could not stop myself from writing. The thrill of it filled me enough that I cast sleep aside and was lost in what I was doing. About the time I finished this post I felt that again. A small flicker of it anyway. A spark. Now I need to figure out how to give it more fuel.
That is what becoming great at anything is. Before you can be great, you must put in the work.
Let’s roll up our sleeves today.