Despite the ongoing pain endured from being punched in the chest a couple of weeks ago I’m still training consistently. It’s pretty damaging being punched in the chest. You think of the chest as being a pretty solid part of your body but there’s a lot of organs underneath including your lungs. It’s been two weeks now and I still have small pains from simple things like blowing my nose or just breathing in deeply. At one point it hurt if I laughed too much.
The diet wasn’t going too badly for the last week and a half. I’d actually been sticking to the fish and vegetables but Torribio cooked this amazing curry yesterday along with some pork with crackling and some plum sauce. It was incredible. I didn’t regret wolfing down two plates but I felt pretty heavy trying to shadow box it all away in the evening.
I haven’t done any creative writing since I’ve been away but it’s not like training physically. I can train two hours a day, everyday no problem but writing… that’s a different kettle of fish. Things like willpower and determination don’t count for anything. Sure you can make yourself sit at a desk but that doesn’t mean that ideas, a storyline and characters are going to spring to life. You can’t will yourself to finish a piece of writing – or perhaps you can but I doubt anything of quality is going to come out of it. You need your imagination to be working and your mind has to be in a healthy place free from distraction.
I’ve wanted to write and publish something since I was fifteen years old. My dad ruled out a career in that direction gambling on science and engineering being a surer thing than anything creative or artistic. Maybe he was correct to some extent. I don’t think I’m a natural storyteller and I’m in no way prolific when it comes to writing. The only thing that’s kept me going all these years is that I truly think there’s a good story inside me waiting to be told. Sooner or later, I’ll realize what that is and I’ll be able to translate it onto mauscript and get it out. At the moment it’s all just half efforts and recently the odd short story.
Then again, having thought about it just now, maybe that’s just an excuse. What people see as “natural ability” or “talent” is often just practice. Repeated practice. If I don’t keep writing then how is any of my work going to get better so maybe I’m shooting myself in the foot there. I need to get my finger out. Watch some more movies and read some more books to get some inspiration, read some more books, that kind of thing?
The last short story I wrote The Journeyman was inspired by two real life people I’d read about and the characters were appealing – everything seemed to flow nicely from one scene to the next. I barely had to think and I liked that. I was so absorbed in writing that short story that unfortunately I was ignoring my wife for large portions of the day which is pretty bad. Writing a bigger story is more difficult! I have difficulties making everything tie in nicely but whenever I read someone else’s story that I’ve enjoyed, their ideas and plot are actually pretty simple. So then, am I trying to over-complicate things when I write? It’s a conundrum and art that I’ve yet to master.
One day readers… one day! 🙂