So I was running on the treadmill this morning (For anyone keeping track, I’m actually doing a lot better on the running goal than the writing one. That’s how I know I’m in trouble) and I had a thought.
When I don’t blog as much, I don’t work on my story as much. It made me think of Finding Forrester when the kid gets stuck and Forrester gives him a short story to just start typing verbatim so he can get the rhythm of it and keep going. Maybe that’s what blogging does. It jumpstarts the cold battery in the morning so the engine can start running.
Bullocks. I think I’m making stuff up. I thought I’d put this link here because it’s one of the few things that’s really given me inspiration lately. In the words of J.D. Salinger, “When was writing ever your profession? It’s never been anything but your religion.”