I don’t want to write. I’m avoiding it like bad news. I’ll end up writing something that disappoints, discourages and makes the whole process more difficult tomorrow. I’ll take a passage that I had some respect for and destroy it with too much, like a painter who keeps adding until everything turns brown.
Training for a marathon is very much like training for a story except you get to keep your toe nails in the end. Intrinsic motivation, commitment to dull hours, and a balance between too much and too little. Above all, there are moments where you think your not made for it, but you keep coming back to it anyway.
Today is the first day of summer. Summer is 4 months long. It takes 4 months to run a marathon. So get writing!