Tri and write

I love sunshine and light mornings. In the past two weeks I’ve gone from groaning out of bed at the last possible minute and barely catching the last possible train, to waking up as soon as the sun comes through the window (6.30ish) and rolling out of bed to get stuff done before heading off to work at a reasonable time, without rushing for the train.

As a result, I’m actually getting some balance back in my life. I’ve had both the time and inclination to start training again (or at least, doing exercise). I’ve been biking and running and doing the odd bout of 30-day shred, and NOT seizing up for an entire week afterwards. I’m not finding that I have to choose between sport and writing, as well.

For whatever reason – probably the honeymoon period, but also because of wanting to make the most of that honeymoon period – when I started writing again, for a while there I felt I should be writing at every available opportunity. I did the guilt thing to myself: you know, berating myself for not writing enough, for not finishing stuff quickly enough. That seems to have settled now.

I’m back to remembering that it’s a long-haul thing; that, actually, a page or so a day is fine as long as it keeps going. And with various short stories, two wannabe novels and several poems on the go, that’ll tick things over nicely. I know that at some point (and it’s already happening) one of the stories and one of the wannabe novels will take primary place in my work flow. At a later date I’ll want/need to set myself a deadline, but right now comps and submission deadlines are working well for the bulk of things.

Because I attended a writing group last weekend, I’ve got actual homework to do, some of which has involved going through my books and reminding myself which poets I used to read and love, and so were most influential. So I spent some time yesterday re-reading Banjo Patterson and Michael Rosen, because that was some of the earliest stuff I loved. It’s been pleasant.

"But the man from Snowy River let the pony have his head, And he swung his stockwhip round and gave a cheer, And he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down its bed, While the others stood and watched in very fear." Extract, The Man From Snowy River by Banjo Patterson (Image from the 1982 film of the same name)

“But the man from Snowy River let the pony have his head,
And he swung his stockwhip round and gave a cheer,
And he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down its bed,
While the others stood and watched in very fear.”
Extract, The Man From Snowy River by Banjo Patterson
(Image from the 1982 film of the same name)

In the meantime, I’m getting a bit of exercise done, which is good and somewhat essential because I have been feeling most unhealthy and also there are actual events lined up to do in a couple of months. I’m trying to be fairly casual about them though, since last year was such a bust and a disappointment. BUT this morning someone suggested to me that I might be interested in the Rubicon Tri – so I looked it up and it sounds great and tempting and I am having to remind myself that I ought to stick to short distance this year. Middle ought to wait until 2015, at least.

Reasonable inner voice says: Let’s see if I can keep this balance going for a few more months before I start signing up for the big projects. Unreasonable says: sign up for ALL the things!

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