I've been watching TV.
Specifically, the Olympics. I often write about what a time waster watching TV is and I truly don't watch much of it myself, except, for reasons inexplicable to me, American Idol. But one thing I love is the Olympics, specifically, the winter Olympics. So I've been finishing my work in time to sit in front of the TV every night. (Okay, sometimes I take my computer with me to sit in front of the TV, but still.)
Last night, I was struck by two different athletes and what their efforts represented to me on a larger scale. And, of course, as with all things, I saw an immediate relationship to writing. Because, well, when you are a writer, everything relates to writing. So, today, I'm going to write about my first observation. The second will be covered in a post tomorrow. So here goes:
Stepping Up to the Plate
At the 2006 Torino Olympics, Bode Miller was an ass. He stayed up all night partying, talked trash, didn't really seem to take the whole thing seriously. He had a sense of entitlement, as if he were the anointed one. Bode fell victim to hubris, otherwise known as, pride goeth before a fall. Because he bombed out and didn't do nearly as well and predicted. Going in, they said he might win up to five golds. He won none.
Flash forward four years and Bode is a changed man. He's been training hard, speaks humbly in interviews. He seems to get how amazing and cool it is that he's at the Olympics this time. This is a man who, for whatever reasons, has been given a second chance and he knows it. And this Olympics, he's a winner. First he won bronze, then silver, and last night, a gold medal for the men's combined skiing.
I think he's an example of what happens when we put all our crap aside and step it up. Instead of letting fear rule us, we meditate for a few minutes before our writing session, so that we can bring our full selves to the page. We take the chance on a speaking engagement, even though we're afraid of talking in public, or we go back and edit our novel one more time because we know in our hearts that we really need to.
Stepping up to the plate is doing whatever it takes. When I was at my first residency while studying for my MFA, we had an assignment to write a poem based on one of the pieces of art we'd seen on a visit to the museum. I'd written a rough draft of a poem that was okay, but not quite there yet. I mentioned my struggles to the program head, Sena Jeter Naslund, and she said to me, in her charming southern way, "Why, Charlotte, why don't you just go work on it some more, then?"
So, while everyone else went off to lunch, I went to the computer lab and worked on it some more. And it turned out to be one of the poems which was read in public as a successful example. I'll never forget that the poetry mentor wrote on it, "This is a poem!"
Stepping up to the plate is that simple and that hard.