Where the world drops away.
Grit—those pebbles that irritate tender folds of skin during extreme hikes. Wildly enough, grit’s also the resolve to persevere through setbacks. In other words, LIFE, or as I call it, “Putting on the big girl panties.”
I’ve a confession to make. After a spin cycle of agitated road trips, firefly visits with friends, and the blue funk that rolls in after launching Intrepid Guy on another cross-global deployment, I’m less than excited about spelunking into my writing today. There’s the primal thrill over my coming launch of Soundings, Water Elemental, but I’m still a bit—well—flat.
Sparkling wine days are over for the time being. Ceaseless snow amasses across the highlands. Intrepid Guy sits in a lovely pink hotel room in Penticton until the airport connecting him to Vancouver, British Columbia, clears for flights, and I need to shovel the entryways and figure out why our faithful soapstone stove refuses to burn—yes, low oxygen, but why? Later, after I do my daily work…
In that vein, I brew coffee, a gift from a best friend and writer, before facing the blank screen. Pavlovian conditioning comes through and words begin to flow. Yes, I’m that writing hound. For what is this chosen pursuit other than goals set and pursued? Relentlessly.
Today’s mantra? Be brave. Gain stamina and persistence through practice. Show grit. It’s the real deal.
Janine Donoho 
Jan 05, 2015 @ 12:06:16
Thanks Jannie for this post. I have struggled for a word in my WIP (Silversides), where a character is walking down a service alley of crushed limestone and broken shells and gets a shard caught in his Teflon Merrell sandals I am liking the ‘grit’ angle much more ;-).
Nice writing by the way.
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Jan 05, 2015 @ 13:13:55
I miss you, my dear! Here’s to our next writers’ getaway. You’ve got grit.
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