It’s said that writing is like a muscle; one needs to keep flexing it regularly, daily if possible.
I would add that, like so many types of exercise that keep our muscles strong – in my case, running – writing must become a habit so that when you do miss a day, you notice. You feel it, a sense of something missing, a loss, and you know you must find time for it tomorrow in order to feel right again.
Yet if one missed day become several, for whatever plausible reasons, the habit weakens; the need to flex that muscle daily lessens, but a dull ache remains, a knowledge that you’ll feel so much better if you restore the habit.
As I was running with my dogs this morning, flexing my leg muscles, I was thinking about how I need to get back into the habit of also flexing my writing muscle. Every day. Even if what I’m itching to write about is controversial and so a bit scary.
For me, being in nature and writing naturally go together, like bread and butter, like dogs and unconditional love. The former inspires and improves the latter.
For now I’ll share photos of scenes that I’ve enjoyed in past days while out in nature, thinking about nature and wildlife, the cycle of life and our impact on them, working up the nerve to write about a topic I can’t ignore where I live: hunting. Rifle killing season started today, keeping me and my dogs down in the valley, out of the forest we love, knowing untold numbers of deer and elk are being slaughtered for fun and ego. Aren’t we humans already doing enough damage to this planet and its inhabitants? Isn’t there already enough death and suffering?
It sucks being a sensitive person with high emotional intelligence and empathy for living creatures living in a state that not too long ago added the right to trap animals to its state constitution so that it would be nearly impossible to prevent that horror, that invites killers from all over the country to visit and enjoy killing the wildlife.
I’m working on that post. It’s a challenge, but I feel compelled to speak up, speak out. Soon…