What does cycling and writing have in common?
First and foremost pain!
I rode my bike home last night and crashed. The moment I knew I was in the wrong gear for the hill ahead of me, was my downfall. I turned onto the hill. My legs screamed, “I can’t do this!”
The bike said, “I’m goin.”
And my body didn’t adapt fast enough. My foot landed, momentum threw me, I rolled down the hill three rotations before I ran into my biking partner. Shocked, I laid there with my eyes open at the stars above.
Characters come to life in my head. They nab my creative brain, run as fast as they can, and drop me in the middle of their dark moment. I end up starting at the ceiling.
Pain is a part of life and creation. Without it, I wouldn’t learn from my mistakes. Stories are better by how we recover from the moment in riding and writing. I stop staring and get back to work.