Finally I get to say this: HAPPY SPRING!
Has it been a long haul, or what? And it's still not really spring. Not warm enough to make my toes happy (though I've broken out my Birkies, anyway--because BIRKIES).
And, alas, speaking of toes--I've been ignoring my unhappy left big toe for too many months, and this morning I'm sitting here with ice on it. Whatever's wrong with it is exacerbated by dancing, so I've got morning-after toe joint pain (again).
I'm thinking it's really good that writing isn't physically dangerous. If dancing were my career instead of my hobby, I'd be in a scary place. I mean, can you imagine pulling a muscle in your hand, or breaking your thumb, or falling off your desk chair? (Well, okay, all those things could happen. But it's not like we're in imminent danger.)
The closest thing to a real problem is carpal tunnel syndrome (which I've struggled with in the past). But, truly, if you're sitting right/using your arms correctly AND you have proper spine alignment, you're going to be a lot safer in this area.
Anyway. No boo-hooing from this slightly maimed ballerina. Just a bit of a downer. (Because I don't want to go to the doctor. And I just want to dance and have happy feet.)
So here's a question for you: What does cripple you in your writing? What do you have to emotionally ice in order to get the swelling down?
Do you stumble when you receive a rejection? Or too many rejections?
Do you lose heart when a critique partner rips your latest baby to shreds?
Do you cry internally when a friend or family member tells you it's time to give up your dream, because writing isn't a "real career"?
Do you want to give up forever when you can't figure out how to fix a plot point?
Do you stop writing when things get really, really hard?
There's a place for "resting" our wounded bits as we go along this journey. Putting aside a critique for a few days (or weeks) until we're ready to stomach it. Taking some time off to not be a writer (for a while). Whatever we need to do to get better.
Like dancers (and runners and gymnasts and football players and...), we sometimes get injured. There might not be physical pain...we might not have a visible limp. But the injuries hurt. And if we don't take care of them, they're going to continue to cripple us.
You know how those old sports injuries come back to haunt you years later, right? And how a dancer, once injured, has to be careful not to re-injure, or it could mean the end of dancing. Likewise, writers need to tend to their "writing wounds" so they can continue to grow. Continue to write.
So. There's your analogy-from-Authoress's-life for the week. How does it apply to you?