Just a short post this morning.
A long time ago now, back when I was a boy, my grandfather said something to me that has stuck in my mind ever since. It was not meant as anything more than a passing observation, but it resonated with me then, and still does today.
In many ways it is this thought that drives me to keep going, to keep making those sacrifices, no matter what. I can recall the scene as if it had happened yesterday, and I think it was the first real piece of advice I had ever received that really meant something to me.
It was a raining, when we saw a man out for a run. My grandfather watched him run by and then said,
“That is the difference between a a champion and the rest of the field. Someone who runs because it is good for them would find an excuse not to run when the weather was bad. Someone who ran because they thought it was the right thing to do, would find an excuse not to run, but a champion, he doesn’t look at the weather. He gets dressed, puts on his shoes and goes for a run, because he wants to succeed, he wants to achieve his dreams and he won’t let anything stand in his way. That is the difference between a champion and the next guy”
You can easily put this same analogy to being a writer. I know I do. I often find myself thinking it, and I guess it helps me because I am always right back there in the scene when the advice was first given to me.
When I wake up at 4am, and it is dark out, or freezing cold and the rain is lashing against the windows, I’ve only had 4 or 5 hours of broken sleep, I tell myself this, and I find myself getting out of bed, getting downstairs and knuckling down. Because I am not writing just because I can, I am not going to settle for being an also-ran. I will be champion dammit!