Wrong turn, write turn

One day I will write a book. But not yet. Trying to do some thing so ambitious in my current state would be like waking up tomorrow and deciding to run a marathon: stupid and painful and possibly enough to put me off ever trying to run again.

I need to warm up first. My writer’s muscles are weak and lazy so I have to start small. Take a walk occasionally, do some stretches, join a club, maybe get a personal trainer for motivation and advice.

Each thing I compose is building strength until one day I might be ready. Until then I am just going to keep jogging around writer’s block.