As any person who has ever gotten into shape, then gotten out of shape, then back into shape again will tell you, getting into shape is hard. Getting back into shape is a million times worse. My theory is that when you first start, everything is painful and hard and awful, but you think, “It’s okay. This too shall pass. I can go farther than yesterday.” (Even if going farther is only going an extra five feet. It still counts.) Getting back into shape, on the other hand, you’re shuffling along, wheezing with every muscle in your body screaming at you, and all you can think (well, all I can think, anyway,) is, “This used to be so easy!” From my perspective, the temptation to give up is much higher with the Get-Back-Into-Shape process.
And I should know. I am flying to Alabama to run a half marathon with a friend who lives down there. I have two sets of running shoes that have been staring at me accusingly for the past three months, because I have laced them up and run…hm…once? It’s bad. I know I should run. I know I need to. I know that I may just die on the side of the road in Tennessee if I don’t. But…I also know what’s coming my way. I know how awful day three is. I know how gross that “one hill” is (every route everywhere has that “one hill”) when you’re not in shape. And so I keep putting it off.
But the more I think about it, the more I realize (with growing trepidation verging on open panic) is that I need to re-start a lot of things. I need to restart to eating actual dinner–I’ve been subsisting very well on a diet of popcorn and tortillas. (Last week, I impulse-bought a bag of cheese curls, which I proceeded to eat for dinner three times…until I ran out of cheese curls. How appalling is that?) I need to restart a regular cleaning schedule, rather than my current “I’ll clean it when a.) I have company coming over; b.) it looks dirty; or c.) I can no longer remember the last time I cleaned it” method.
And then there’s my writing.
Right now, I have three different friends who are varying levels of mad at me because I let them read manuscripts for the books I’m writing. Books that don’t yet have a single finished manuscript. Books whose status and length has not changed significantly for anywhere from eight months to four years, depending. Like I said, I have some people who are mad at me.
And like the running and the cleaning and the cooking, I know that I should get back to it. I know that I need to. Occasionally, I’ll even start turning around ideas in my head. I’ll talk a dialogue out loud on my commute home from work. Rarely, I even open the darn manuscript and stare at it a while. I don’t know what my deal is. Writing a rough draft shouldn’t be this hard. You just write it, even if it’s crap. It’s in the editing that writing turns into a novel, after all.
But increasingly in the past few weeks, I’ve been feeling the internal pressure to get back behind the keys–to put metaphorical pen to paper, as it were. I need to tell stories and be creative in a vein that is not my career (which, for me, is music.) In the same way I need to just lace up those running shoes and force myself out of the house, I need to sit behind and keyboard and force myself to write. Write anything. Write it even if I hate it. Even if it dead ends. Even if I just toss it all in six months anyway. Write to write.
And for me to do that, I have to get out of my house, out of my city. Away from all the things I use to distract me–laundry, kitchen, friends, family, work–all the things that occupy all of the time. I need to get away, to be still, and to find my voice again.
Spring break is coming up in a few weeks. I have the time. Maybe I should go…
Well, fast forward twenty minutes. I walked away from this post to book a cabin in a cute, touristy area a few hours from my house. I’m going to go. I’m going to lock myself in a snug little house with only comfy, un-cool clothes, my computer, and all the coffee. I’m going to sit at the keyboard and just start writing. I’m going to remember my voice. I’m going to remember my love. I’m going to hit the re-start button. And while I’m at it…
…I’ll probably take my running shoes.
9 thoughts on “Restart Button”
You should like you know what you need to do. Hit that re-start button! You can do it!
Thanks for the vote of confidence! I’m going to give it my best shot! 🙂
Oops, I meant to say you “sound” like you know what to do
No worries! I figured it out–and it made me feel good to know I’m not the only one who doesn’t always check spelling…Seriously. Just posted this thing and then had to go back four minutes later and fix like three spelling errors. Ai, caramba!!
Very relate-able slice! All of us know what we SHOULD do… it’s getting there and DOING it that is the hardest part. Good luck.
Isn’t that the truth!!!
Love your ending. There is always a list of things to do or do better. Taking action is the first step – great job!
Sometimes all the “should dos” crowd out the “want to dos”. It is a balancing act, but “The journey of a thousand miles starts will the first step.” (I think that is how the quote goes.) Enjoy your time writing!
Good for you!!! The beauty of the restart button is you can hit it as many times as you please. 🙂 Hope you have fun on vacation and really do ‘get away from it all’. 🙂 You are a talented writer-when I read your blog I feel like you are in the room chatting with me. 🙂