Big Writing Buddha in the Sky
Writing ruined my time at the gym today. Do you ever get that, Big Writing Buddha in the Sky? It pounced on me like a ferocious kitten with an adorable face and sharp claws. Worse, I wasn’t even doing a workout at the gym. I only had time to take a steam shower to stave the violent winter shivers rocketing through my body. It was my relaxation time that was robbed. And not for something magical. No.
Now I know the truth of what my writing mentors have begged me to believe.
Writing is not a magic carpet that comes to whisk you away into a land of make-believe. It is a nagging cloud that’s either going to spew rain, snow, lightening bolts, or, if you’re lucky, merely darkness that depletes you of vitamin d. Big Writing Buddha in the Sky, I implore you: I’m as willing a servant as any, but please. Not in the steam shower.