Those people have discipline.
Now I ask you, why would anyone put themselves through that? The endless hours of practice, the sweating, the sleep deprivation, the lack of social life, the carrot diet. No wait. That sounds like the writer’s world. Well, all except for the carrot diet part. As a writer, I can eat all the chocolate I want and it won’t affect my end product—unless, of course, I get chocolate on my manuscript—but since I now send my manuscript via email, I’m good.
I enjoy watching the Olympics. It boggles my mind how dedicated those people are to their sport. But then we’re just as dedicated to our passion for writing, right? I said, RIGHT??? Sure, we are.
Okay, maybe I don’t have to go out in the cold--unless I go to the coffee shop to write. All right, and I don’t have to stay a certain weight (well, only if I want to wear the current clothes in my closet). I don’t have to get up while it is still dark (I leave that to the Olympians and the Proverbs 31 woman). I needn’t sweat—unless I have a hot flash. And my muscles don’t burn unless I run to the refrigerator.
Still, I am dedicated—my body is going to pot, but I am dedicated. To words. They say women have to use a certain amount of words every day. I think that’s why I started writing. My husband just couldn’t handle me using them all on him, and they had to come out somewhere.
So once again, I find myself at the computer, writing words. It’s a discipline, but I will prevail. Besides, as you can see from the picture, I'm not Olympic material. (The one with the weird-looking legs on the right? That would be me.) Writing is a whole lot more fun to me than downhill skiing. If you want to know how I feel about skiing, read my June release with Love Inspired, Blissfully Yours. (Oh, and it’s a sequel to my March release, A Match Made in Bliss, both under my pen name of Diann Walker.)