Writing is a sporting event.
This is how I approach the page. It is what I know. When I was a kid, I believed you could become anything you wanted. You simply choose what you desire to become, then train hard and become that one thing: a dancer, a gymnast, a swimmer, a sprinter. Just pick one. Teach your body. The concept of genetic predisposition? Nonexistent in my mind.
As an athlete, you develop an understanding (and a trust) on how muscle memory works. I remember pushing hard to learn choreography, looking ridiculous as my arms seemed uncooperative with the timing of my feet. And after hours, months, days; my body knew what to do at precisely every beat. I could focus on performing, believing my body would lead the way. It did. Most of the time. I also experienced epic failures.
Writing is much like this, for me. I have a process with warm up exercises; my time of day, my meditation, my mind-place I must enter before ink reaches the page. An emotional space. Once I’m there, my pen moves as if on autopilot, much like muscle memory. This is my creative method.
Revision feels much like the discipline aspect of training. Regimen. Diet. Sleep. Stretch. Strengthen. I believe my approach with this stage in writing is shaped from a combination of my days as an athlete and my time in military service. Systems. Not everyone appreciates structure. I thrive with boundaries, form-limits, word counts. My own revision system consists of steps, my methods.
Both processes take time, hence the endurance side of writing.
Often, time set aside; when the project is removed so I can return with a fresh set of eyes. Or my time approach might be my brain-writing during day-to-day mundane tasks, such as; cooking, gardening, driving, making a bed. This is story-marinade for me. These are the moments I sort through my writing ticks and personal obstacles. My journal is full of my jottings throughout the day, things to change or add or modify. My journal is always with me, like an old friend from far away. Like a coach who knows me well.
I always wanted to be a writer. This is something, much like an athlete, you must become. Train for the page. Teach your body. Teach your mind. Discipline forms a habit. Soon, you can move through the page as if in the trance of a well-rehearsed dance. One word at a time.