Not much writing getting done this week as the Olympics get under way. I love watching these phenomenal athletes and can't help but wonder what their journeys might have been like. How does a 4 year old taking her first gymnastic class at a local school triumph to become an Olympian? Really, when you think of the hundreds of thousands of kids out there playing soccer or swimming in a local meet - what drives them to reach for Olympic greatness?
I am in awe and so inspired.
I think as writers we can certainly take notice because writing, like sport, requires an internal motivational factor, an intrinsic muse, you might say, that propel us forward to reaching our goals.
But, of course, an added bonus to watching the Olympics is seeing all those perfectly conditioned world athletes. I tell you, it ain't strainin' the eyes much.