When I first started this blog, I had a plan. I wanted to start writing again and I wanted to take my love of kickboxing to the next level by fighting in the ring. I did both, but it took me longer and I encountered more challenges along the way than I ever would have thought possible.
Along the way I learned some very important things about myself. For starters, it is nearly impossible for me to remain completely immersed (The Boy would say “obsessed”) about more than one thing at a time. As much as I’d like to believe that I can be immersed in the writing world AND the martial arts world simultaneously, it hasn’t worked in practice. I think that’s because I don’t do either halfheartedly. When I was training to fight, I was training for hours six days a week, and then there was the meal-planning, the stretching, the visualizing, making sure I got enough sleep, etc. It really was a full-time job.
The same goes for writing. Writing isn’t just the act itself, but all the things that must come along with it–the thinking, reading, goal-setting, and marketing. Just like martial arts, it has a community, and the more serious you get about writing, the more apt you are to reach out to like-minded souls. Both writing and kickboxing can be very isolating pursuits. As you walk into the ring alone, so you go into your writing room alone. If you’re at all a social animal, as I am, you need to form certain bonds and alliances with colleagues or you’ll go stark-raving mad.
Where I am going with this? Well, after much thought, I have decided this blog needs to be refocused if it is going to survive. While I would like to go back to kickboxing, as I miss it very much and I’ve definitely suffered from a lack of physical fitness, I doubt I will fight again. I can’t say never…I am very tempted to repeat the experience, especially since I’m not satisfied with how the first one went. But I am under no delusions at this point of my life that I will be a full-time professional kickboxer. My goal is very much to be a full-time novelist. So everything else is merely a distraction, and while it’s important for me to be of sound mind and body, I don’t need to put in the hours required to maintain fighting shape (which would definitely refocus my attention on all things muay thai again). Physical fitness is something I need to incorporate into my writing life, instead of the other way around.
The way I see it, time is running out to focus seriously on my writing. Sometime in the year 2015, which is not too far away, I am packing up and moving to a tropical destination (more on that later). This is not some pie-in-the-sky, maybe it will happen or maybe it won’t kind of dream–it is, as much as anything in life can be, a sure thing. And I plan to make my life on that island possible by writing. Stranger things have happened.
I hope you’ll bear with me and join me on the journey as I dedicate myself fully to my writing and take the necessary steps to leave a place where it is winter ten months of the year. And I hope you’ll share your own journeys with me. No one likes to write in a vacuum.