I'm writing this on Friday even though it's posting today, Monday. That's because I have big plans for Monday and they don't involve blog posts.
I'm going to write.
Every summer about halfway through August I am overcome with the creeping sensation that whatever writing ability I thought I possessed was no more than an illusion, a figment of my imagination. This feeling has nothing to do with reality and everything to do with day-to-day life. By the time August rolls around I'm deeply enmeshed in the routine of summer. We bike, we swim, we stay up late and watch So You Think You Can Dance. It's lots of fun, but it doesn't leave any time for writing.
Writing is not like riding a bike. If I had to compare it to a sport, I'd say it's more like yoga. It's a practice. The more you write or do yoga, the more adept you become. The minute you stop going to class or put aside your computer, all those muscles you've worked so hard to make supple quickly seize up and return to their former state.
We practice writing.
See you tomorrow because today I #amwriting.