On my run jog I decided to do The Hills. It’s so not pretty to see me jogging up it, but it is a lovely part of these mountaintops. It’s up, then flat, then up, then flattish, then up and up and up, then a bunch of blessed down. And do you want to know the coolest part?
I control the sunrise.
No, I do.
As long as I get out of the house before the sun comes completely up over the east mountain, I can keep it from rising. In fact, I can re-set it (during certain pieces of the route) so it goes back behind the mountain and doesn’t get in my eyes. I know. Striking amounts of power, no? The price? Jogging up The Hill. Sore everything. Gasping. Sniffing. Sweating. The reward? Dominion over the sun. Is it worth it, I ask you? Well, duh. Of course it is.
Sometimes I get that heady feeling of Total Control when I write. I can reset the sun if I so choose. (That’s called editing, friends.) I can resurrect the dead (revision) and heal the sick (delete key) and create friction or harmony. But there is a price. Sitting at the keyboard. Typing out the words. Sore shoulders. Gasping. Sniffling. Sweating. Well, only sometimes. But the reward? Creation.
Creation.
Is it worth it?
Do you have to ask?
(8) Comments for this blog
Absolutely fantastic. What beautiful writing, Becca.
Absolutely fantastic. What beautiful writing, Becca.
Oh I am just in love with this post. Beautiful and poignant insights. Even if it does hint rather strongly that all writers are control freaks…(well, aren’t we?)
Oh I am just in love with this post. Beautiful and poignant insights. Even if it does hint rather strongly that all writers are control freaks…(well, aren’t we?)
No you don’t have to ask. You are so wise. And you articulated the feeling so perfectly.
No you don’t have to ask. You are so wise. And you articulated the feeling so perfectly.
What an incredible way of looking at things. And who wouldn’t want to control the sun?
What an incredible way of looking at things. And who wouldn’t want to control the sun?