Seriously, I don’t think I picked a worse second profession for my figure. Right now I’m attempting to lose the baby weight (it seems “I just had a baby” doesn’t work as well after six months). So I’m now caught in this battle between sitting in my chair typing away furiously and lacing up my sneakers—that are still far-too white.
Writing is so sedentary. There are only a few ways that you can do it while being active, and believe me I’ve tried.
- I’ve tried to bring a voice recorder on a walk (but that only works for brainstorming and plot outline)
- I’ve tried to go for walks with friends that will listen to me babble on about my book (you can only do this once in a while, or you’ll find them suddenly very busy when you ask to go for the next walk)
- I even made a shelf on my treadmill for my laptop (only works for light editing and you have to go at a slow pace)
I admit, I get manic when I get into my writing/editing groove and there is very little that can tear me away from my chair and laptop. It’s like there is this force pulling me between getting out into the world and holing up to delve into my imagined worlds. I feel guilty if I don’t sit and write for a few hours, and I feel guilty if I don’t get out and move. And unfortunately, with a five-year old and a six-month old, there’s really not a lot of free time there for me anyway.
Do you all feel this pull between your writing and staying active? How do you cope?