The phrase “wrestling inertia” feels like a paradox, but that’s exactly, um, metaphorically what I’m doing.
I met Kathleen Sokolowski in 2002 during the Long Island Writing Project Summer Institute. A year later, I moved far away from New York. I joined Twitter a dozen years thereafter and, within five months, serendipitous Tweeting had re-connected Kathleen and me. That’s a tiny example of the power writing (even tiny character-constrained writing) holds.
Kathleen has since gently and insistently shared invitations with me -- as I suspect she does with many in her network: #sol16, #EdTime2wrt, LIWP, Two Writing Teachers, among others. Blending writing evangelism and encouragement, she is winning me over as great teachers do; albeit in fits and starts as risk-averse students do.
That’s how writing goes for me, in herky-jerky fashion as I wrestle inertia. It’s certainly easier not to write. To re-purpose Sir Isaac Newton: a body not writing tends to not write. Kathleen, though, is a force whose actions are changing my writing momentum. Full disclosure: A snow day today helps, too, but I’m the force seizing it for my first slice. As for an entire March full of slices… (shudder)