"To trudge: the slow, weary, depressing yet determined walk of a man who has nothing left in life except the impulse to simply soldier on."
-- Chaucer, A Knight's Tale
Things really aren't as bad as the above quote might seem to indicate, but as I'm posting this, I've got a trudge ahead of me. I'm about to strap on some snowshoes and head out across the snow-packed, wind-drifted lake for a writing date with my neighbor.
Andy and I have been watching HBO's John Adams mini-series this week and I found a timely bit of knowledge/advice on one of the DVD's special features: a short piece on the author of the infamous John Adams biography, David McCullough. During the bit, McCullough states: "The great thing about the arts is that you can only learn to do it by doing it."
So true, so true.
No book on writing is going to produce the next Great American Novel for you. I'll happily trudge across the lake if it means some words of substance show up on the page.
Wherever this weekend finds you -- trudging or no -- Happy Friday!