Guest Blogger: Dean Miller
On many of these runs, when fatigue began to make its present known, I would visualize myself in a "big race" against the greats of the time; Frank Shorter, Greta Wietz, Bill Rodgers and others. Using that "competition," I would push through the last couple miles. It was amazing that I won with such regularity.
Later in life I would lap swim to avoid the pounding on my aging body. Using the same technique, I could “hear” the voice of Jim McKay as he called the races as I “competed” against Mark Spitz in the 1972 Summer Olympics. In my world, it was me, not “Spitzy,” who stood on the top of the podium at the end of each race.
Now, as I enter the marathon-like world of writing, I find myself on my own. I’ve read hundreds of books, by nearly as many authors, but I’m unable to visualize myself as any other writer. This realm is too individualistic to mimic someone else and then call the finished product my own. I can’t even fantasize about working in the same “writer’s space” with famous authors, as I would ask question after question about their style and journey. Consequently, neither of us would get anything accomplished, and I certainly don’t want to upset the likes of Stephen King, Richard Bach or J.K. Rowling.
Someday I’ll find my niche. Until then, I’ll dream about the day when a book I’ve written appears on the local bookstore shelf. But for now, I’ll keep my feet propped up on a chair, with laptop in place, and continue writing. Though I’m tapping the back space button more than any other key, inside I know I am moving forward. That is enough to make me smile.
Do you have a favorite routine or alternate setting you visit to propel your writing forward?
www.deankmiller.blogspot.com. He writes a monthly on-linefly fishing article for Elkhorn Fly Rod and Reel, and just debut an on-line serial titled "The River Zen" found at www.flyfishingcrazy.com. He also distributes free monthly email, tagged "Miller's Musings" which is his take on random life events. An FAA air traffic controller for 23 years, he lives in Loveland, CO with his wife and three daughters. He spends whatever free time he has left fly fishing on the Big Thompson River.