How many wonderful ideas have we had in our lives that never became anything more than ideas? What stopped them from becoming reality? Probably lack of drive, or fear, or both.
If the idea of writing a story, writing a memoir, or writing a blog lights a spark within you, sets off a signal, causes you to drool—or fills you with unspeakable anxiety—then you are ready to write. What is holding you back is not lack of drive, but fear. Unadulterated, stark fear.
Fear of what?
Fear of being unable to write well and being criticized by others?
Fear of being unable to stay on track long enough to get to an ending?
Fear that you just don’t have what it takes to maintain focus to tell a good story?
Research into the way the brain operates has revealed that there are two sides to the brain, left and right. Much of our fear of writing comes from the way these two sides do or don’t work together.
Just before six o’clock on Friday evening, Anny and Gordon get out of Anny’s Honda. They walk down Bondi Road passing the tattoo shop, the vegetarian restaurant and yet another new Thai restaurant. The road is unusually quiet and Anny has parked directly opposite the fish cafe where she’s taking Gordon for dinner. The streets aren’t grid locked during the Olympics after all and there’s an unusual calm on this usually noisy busy road.
Walk in front of me, says Gordon as they head towards the traffic lights and the pedestrian crossing. I can see better if you walk slightly in front of me.
She doesn’t know whether to offer him her arm or what. She feels embarrassed at the thought of close physical contact with him and is pleased that he’s told her to walk in front. At least she knows now the best way to progress along the street with him. Not like the snail’s pace of the week before.
You run up the stairs to the gym avoiding the women and men from the previous class rushing down the stairs. Keep to the left. Give your membership card to the girl at the desk and then in through the turnstile. Rummage for the $2 coin in your bag that works the locker. Insert the money, leave the bag, take the towel and the bottle of water and the book to read then up the stairs to the third floor to the exercise bikes all the time hoping there’ll be a reclining bicycle free and not one of those awful uprights that hurt your bum. Sit on the bike read your book, wipe the sweat off your face, drink from the bottle, look out the window to the workers erecting a block of apartments that are gradually blocking the view of the harbour. Warm up for 60 seconds on a low speed, then 20 minutes at a higher speed and a sixty second cool down. Then into the main gym for the body power class. Get a step, four platforms, a rubber mat and a long weights bar. Two large discs, four small discs. Stand up the front so you can see yourself in the mirror and in front of the fan. Fight for this prime position. First the warm up, then legs, lunges, squats, chest, back, shoulders, legs, triceps, biceps, stomach. Bend from the hips. Clean and press. Dead rows. Wipe the sweat from your face, adjust the bar across your shoulders. Knees over toes as you squat. Straight back, stomach in to support the back, shoulders back, head up out of the neck. Concentrate on the music, the instructor speaking, the fan in front of you. Watch yourself in the mirror, the women beside you and behind. Check out how old they are and if their weights are heavier or lighter. Smell the sweat. Swallow the water. A quick stretch between tracks. Calfs, quads, shoulders and back. Lie down on the platform for the chest track. Use your nipples as markers. Down to the markers, up slowly. One, two three up and then slowly down. Vary the rhythm.