Not a lot to say this morning. It’s day 21. I am certainly getting the experience of writing every day, and some of it’s good, some of it is more akin to pedalling. Every now and then a metaphor comes along, and I can free wheel for a while.
I’m not a huge rider of bikes. But I recognise something of that automatic skill in the writing process. I have enough experience with words to keep the bike upright, not wobble into walls or onto rose bushes.
At points I put my foot down and discover I’ve changed gear, and the bike moves faster, stronger. Other times, I seem to plough along in low gear before realising what’s happening, and give myself a break.
Off on the horizon are the Danny McAskills of the writing world, doing their tricks, but that’s OK. I know enough now to remember that there’s lots of practice of the tricks before they come to public attention.
For now, I am trying to keep pedalling, while thinking about what kind of cycling it is I want to do. What that looks like. Whether I will need to practise sprinting, or learn to use those gears better.
And all the while, the scenery around me keeps changing. Proof that I am going somewhere new, and that I am getting there myself.