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Fear I work with writers, and am a writer, and a theme comes up for us all, which is fear.
This became even more clear to me while watching the Olympics: fear makes and destroys lives every day. Either we control it and win a great life, or we succumb to it and engage in daily drownings.
So I made a list. Activities that scare me; activities that I love in a deep soul way and have missed.
Snowboarding: scares me, but I want that feeling.
Downhill skiing: the most missed sport of my life, not sure where it went.
Horseback riding: see you in June, pals o minos.
Since what I do [speak to people in groups large and small, write novels] is on someone else’s terror list, I feel I pretty much have to carpe the snowboard. Because I have been wanting to do this since I was 28. That’s 13 years too much wanting for my taste.
I am making plans with people I want and need to see, now rather than down the line. I would encourage you to do the same.
Next month: I am dragging a gaggle of my closest pals to Joe Rockhead’s for a climbing lesson and session. Because I am afraid of heights and it pisses me off. Last year I managed the Capilano Suspension Bridge and an ancient ruin at Coba, Mayan Riviera.
When your greatest fear as a writer comes true [being boring] you really do have to challenge yourself physically, right away. And then you have to type, because ass in chair is harder than any luge run for most people. I work with writers, I am one, and I know what fear smells like: excuses, usually, and sweat. For good reason.
100 Days, 100 Nights, Sharon Jones & the Dap-Kings
Reading: Chris Hedges, in copious amounts
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