“Just to that tree there, then I’ll stop and walk.” I must say this to myself dozens of times on every run.
I’m fine at running downhill, really, I’m very good at that. But I’m rubbish at running uphill. I gasp for breath, my muscles burn, my knees wobble. Rubbish. I look nothing like that girl to the left. Perhaps I’ll get someone to take a picture of me in the act just so you can have a laugh.
But if I pick a tree, not too far away, and tell myself I’ll just keep going until that tree and then we can reconsider, things look much better. The hill becomes less daunting, and I often get past quite a few trees before I revert to ‘walking smartly’.
And it’s the same with writing.
For me, in particular, novel first drafts. The whole task seems so daunting at times. I tell myself I’ll just write the next 1000 words and then we’ll see…