For several days now I’ve ended my writing sessions with little to show. Hours have left me with only a handful of measly words. So when on Wednesday morning I only had half an hour to devote to writing, I was surprised how quickly I got in the groove. Were they great words? Probably not, but they brought me straight into the world of the story and were almost double what I had produced in the days before.
I told my husband about this while I was fixing dinner. “You’re pounding the rock,” he said. He told me this was a football metaphor about showing up and doing the hard work: eventually that rock will break.
Oh, football. I don’t like you, I don’t get you, and I rather be thinking about anything else. But my goodness, I love this concept! So thank you, football, for this nugget of truth, this gem of wisdom! This one’s worth holding onto.
Here’s the original quote. It’s called the Stonecutter’s Credo:
When nothing seems to help, I go and look at a stonecutter hammering away at his rock perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred and first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not that blow that did it, but all that had gone before.
Keep at it, writing friends. Keep pounding that rock. Eventually the hard work will pay off.