I’m going to use surfing as an analogy to writing. I don’t surf; I’ve never surfed, but I’m using surfing to drive home a writing point.
Wave: The momentum
Sand: Writer’s block
I’ve been riding the wave for two of the two and a half years of writing my novel. Every day I hit the ocean, rain or shine, and swim atop my board, waiting for the wave. When the first wave appears, I tense and prepare for the ride. Most of the time I fall off, but I keep riding the wave all day long. I repeat this act every day. Sometimes I sustain injuries, but I return knowing it is all part of the sport. They are wounds of achievement—like a tattoo of perseverance.
I am preparing for The Competition. The Competition will take place at the famous Hawaiian surfing beach called North Shore. I want to compete at North Shore, but there is one problem. If you fall off, you can’t surf there again. If you ride the wave with perfection, the beach will accept you and you are now worthy of that beach.
So for two years I’d practiced for the North Shore until one day. I decide to wait for the wave while sitting on the sand. Silly me, the wave comes but I’m too far away. I know I must take the plunge but the sand is so warm. I notice my wounds have all healed and I’m sad. I stay there a while and drift to sleep. I wake up occasionally and remember the goal: North Shore, but the sand is so warm.
Are you where you want to be?