Last night, my husband’s girls played soccer against their evil arch rival. And it was INTENSE. There were
PS—my husband’s girls lost: 2-1. But here’s what they won. They won back an intensity that had been missing, a fierce desire to win, to play their hearts out, and to leave it all on the field. And now they know they need to play every game like that—not just against their rival, not just in the playoffs. EVERY. GAME.
It’s how I aspire to be with my writing. I have days where I’m terribly ho-hum about it—I know what needs to get done and I do it, but I check twitter and facebook and email countless times while I “write” and well, it’s all rather meh. I have days when my crazy schedule won’t allow for more than three minutes of writing time—and sometimes I just don’t write. And then I have days where I’m on fire, I write until my fingers cramp, days when I am so freaking there, I NEVER want to leave my story, do not want to stop writing, want to stop the world for an infinite amount of time so I can just write, write, write.
I had a glimmer of this yesterday. During my planning time, I pulled out a section of my manuscript and started writing and found that I couldn’t stop, didn’t WANT to stop, and I cursed the bell when it rang and my students trickled in to the room. It’s a level of play I don’t always have, and I need it. I want it. And man, when I have it—I’m writer fierce.
I know I need to write like that all the time. Fortunately, the glimmer writing moment still lingers so over my spring break, I’m going to spend time writing. And try to write with that fierce intensity, write my heart out, and leave it all on the screen.
Have YOU had any fierce writing moments lately? Or any fierce reads? Or just any awesome moments of fierceness?