Once, when I was just a lad, I fell off my bike.
Much of the help I received in the immediate aftermath of my fall was in the form of verbal communiques from my friends and consisted of such helpful comments as, “Good one, Doof!“, and “Good thing the ground broke your fall!“, and the always popular, “I hope you didn’t crack that concrete with your head!”
One’s peers are notoriously poor sources of sympathy and good advice.
But when I related the incident to adults, I always got this old chestnut:
If you fall off your bike, you should get right back up on it again.
The logic behind this statement is that, if you get right back up on your bike, you will prevent cyclophobia and/or tropophobia from setting in.
I think the same is true of writing.
If you fall (or are pushed) off of the “bicycle of writing”, you should get right up, dust yourself off, bandage up any contusions, shake off your concussion, and get right back up on that sucker.
If you don’t, self-doubt and fear will prevent you from writing again. Add to that lethargy, laziness, and apathy. Isn’t it amazing all the different kinds of neuroses that writing can inspire in a person?
Anyway, I fell off the “bicycle of writing” a week ago and have gone a whole week not writing. And, truthfully, I probably could have gone another week without writing anything. And then a month would have gone by. Then a year.
This would have all culminated in me forgetting the password to my blog and thus having to start another one, but with a lot less enthusiasm.
Here I am.
Good thing this blog broke my fall.