Writing & Soccer

To the majority of people, writing and soccer have very little in common.  Most don’t think of one when thinking of the other.  For me, writing and soccer have a lot in common.  They are, for me, escapes from my everyday life.  Writing is something I’ve been doing on and off since I was about twelve, and more often more recently.  Soccer occupied half my time between the ages of eleven and eighteen.  Now I have writing.  I wish I had soccer, and I may in the future, but for now, I have writing.

Writing.  I need to utilize this, this talent.  This skill I have.  I am a good writer.  Or so I think.  Maybe?  I like to think I am well thought out, good at arranging the words into intelligent sentences, paragraphs and eventually something worth spending time reading.

When I played soccer I usually played the position of left striker.  I was put on the field to score goals.  Mostly.  I was an offensive player.  I did things, scored goals, made things happen.  I was not very good at playing defense and stopping the other team from doing things.  I could take a ball into custody if it was taken from me, or one of my teammates, but defensive skills were never my strong suit.  It takes patience and focus to be a defensive soccer player.

Playing offense needed no focus for me, much like writing.  While I am very focused while playing soccer, and writing, the actual act takes no focus for me.  It simple happens.  In life I tend to watch a lot and act in small bursts.  Jumping in when I feel it’s critical.  Being an offensive soccer player is much the same.  You have to run very fast, very few times.  If your team is very good (I was lucky enough to have a very good team), the offense was very busy.  We also played a specific field set up where our midfielders took on a lot of offensive positions when we had control of the ball.

I didn’t have to do much very often, but when I did, I jumped in, and gave it my absolute all.  I ran as fast as humanly possible, sprinting with all my speed.  I am sure I’m not the fastest runner in the world, but once I get going sprinting, sometimes it’s hard to stop (until I am winded and tired).  This is also similar to my life.  Often if I see the need to really throw myself into something (like chasing a ball passed to be from across the field), I go and go and go, and there’s no time to stop until unless I absolutely have to.

When I write, I write in bursts, as I run in soccer.  My muse strikes up and all of a sudden I am off and typing as fast as my fingers can go.  My mind often works so fast, I lose the drive before I can get all of my ideas out and into something tangible.

What do soccer (the running) and writing have in common for me? As I mentioned, it’s that escape.  When you’re running sprinting in a soccer game, down field, with a small white and red ball, that is all that matters.  That ball, and the large white goal which seems to be growing the faster you run, that is all you see.  Your team mates and their shouts are allowed in only when you need them to be, and then it’s over.  The ball crosses the white line, or it hits the net, or someone takes you down.

When I’m writing, I tend to not pay much attention to anything else.  Tasks fall to the way-side and things get forgotten.  Only the important things are allowed in, as all that is in my focus at that point are the thoughts I am trying to get out of my head before they’re swallowed by others.  I need those thoughts (and that soccer ball) to land perfectly where I want them.  I need to complete something worth reading (make sure that ball hits the far right corner of the goal net), finish it, and have it be something.

Many of my writing projects go unfinished.  I have many uncompleted documents in my GoogleDocs account, which I see everyday, and yet have no desire or muse, to even start to finish them.  The thought is done, the process has ended.  Once I stop writing, there is often no going back to it with that same passion.

I will write more.

I will write more often.

I will write about my life, about spanking and my other fetishes, my thoughts on religion, views on politics, and what I had for dinner.  I will practice writing about everything and anything.

- That Girl

Writing

I have been trying to think of what to write for days, and decided to sit down and simply start.  Writing is an important part of my life, despite how little I do it.  If I could have a book with 365 pages, one each with a prompt for the day at the top, none of them repeating, I would write everyday.  That would be fun.  I need to get my own creativity in gear, see what I saw in high school, and put a pen back on the paper (or my fingers on the keys, as it goes).