I have the pleasure of sharing a guest post by author, Mark Dursin, who shares his answer to my question (and I appreciate him adding writing the blog post to his goals, lol)...
ELF: What is one of your hobbies and how has it
enriched your writing?
MD: In 2017, I had two goals: to publish (finally)
the young adult novel my wife Sheri and I had co-written; and to run a
half-marathon. I did both. What I didn’t realize at the time is how much
those goals influenced each other.
Now, on the one hand, running and writing don’t
seem to have much in common. Running is about getting your butt in motion;
writing is all about putting “butt-in-chair.” Running has a finish line;
writing is something that you usually just abandon. Running is solitary,
for the most part; in the case of my wife and me, writing is a journey we took
on together.
And yet, in many ways, the two endeavors are
similar. Both running and writing are things you often have to push yourself to
do—even when you don’t want to, especially when you don’t want to. Both require
training. And both are sort of selfish; think of all the other things you
probably should be doing instead of going out for a five-mile run or pounding
out that chapter.
Even a cursory Google search will reveal that
I’m not the first one to make this connection between running and writing. But
here’s what I personally found was the most important connection between
running a half-marathon and writing a novel: both require you to set goals.
When I got serious into the half-marathon
training, I remember learning that one of the most important first steps is to
identify a race in the future and then sign up for it. The reasons for this are
two-fold: if you sign up for it—if you pay your hard-earned money for it, in
other words—you’re more likely to see it through; and signing up for a race
gives you an end-point, something to shoot for.
My wife Sheri and I did something similar for
our young adult novel, LABORS OF AN EPIC PUNK. At the start of 2017, we had
been working on this book—a re-telling of The Odyssey focusing on Odysseus’s
teenage son—for seven years. And in that time, we made many changes—to the
narration, to the plotting, to the age and temperament of our protagonist, whom
we called Mac (short for Telemachus).
All necessary changes. But
Sheri—thankfully—was the one who finally had to say, “We could tweak this
forever. We have to be done.” She was right. We had to give ourselves an
end-point—to “sign up for the race,” as it were. So we decided people were
going to be able to buy our book for Christmas.
Naturally, it was a completely artificial
deadline. Nothing was really on the line. If we didn’t finish everything until
January, who would even care but us? But giving ourselves a “due date”
motivated us, to carve out the necessary time to tend to all the nagging
details—editing, picking out fonts, etc.—which have nothing to do with creating
but are still essential components of a book. (And those things still took us
months!)
Finally, the inter-related experience of running
the half-marathon and finishing LABORS OF AN EPIC PUNK taught me maybe the most
important lesson about goal-setting: if you set a goal, how else can you feel
that sense of accomplishment once you reach it? My wife says she still gets a
giddy feeling whenever she looks over at our end table and sees our book on it.
But if we didn’t set that goal for ourselves, we might still be working on the
17th revision of our manuscript instead of writing this blog post!
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by Mark and Sheri Dursin
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GENRE: YA Fantasy, Myth Retelling
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BLURB:
Mac
is an epic punk. No wonder: after his dad went off to fight in the Trojan War
and never came back, Mac spent his childhood evading his mom's scumbag
suitors—all one-hundred-and-eight of them. Of course, he turned out this way—a
moody, friendless sixteen-year-old who blows off work, alienates everyone at
school, and pulls pranks. But when he trains a flock of birds to defecate on
the headmaster, Mac (short for Telemachus) goes too far. The administrators
give him an ultimatum: prove that he's truly the son of Odysseus by doing
something heroic—or get out. A school story that just so happens to take place
3,000 years ago, Labors of an Epic Punk is a tale of friendship and
transformation, regret and redemption, and a reminder to us all that even
heroes need to survive adolescence.
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EXCERPT
No one on the field that morning had any idea that all Hades
was about to break loose.
Well, one person did.
The stands were over-crammed with students, all chirping
away about their summer travels, each one trying to out-fabulous the other. But
Mac wasn’t talking to any of them. (No surprise there.) Instead, he just
stared at the empty stage in fist-clenching anticipation. For the entire
morning, the entire summer, the entire two years he’d wasted at this
gods-forsaken school, he’d been waiting for this moment. His moment of glory,
of genius. The moment when he’d finally and irretrievably cross The Line— that
hard-to-define boundary between tolerable and intolerable. Between a week of
detention and expulsion. All he needed was for Headmaster Gurgus to blow
on that shell.
Just when he thought he couldn’t wait any longer without
throwing up, Mac heard the band play the opening notes to “Yielding Never,”
Pieridian Academy’s absurdly overblown fight song. The Opening Ceremonies were
officially underway. From his seat high up in the stands, Mac watched intently
as the members of the so-called Grand Procession marched onto Garthymedes
Field: the entire faculty and staff, wearing shiny red gowns and smiles full of
phony reverence; followed by the honored students, also in ritualistic red,
condescendingly waving at the crowd; followed by a grotesque, nine-headed
Hydra.
Lastly, waddling ten paces behind the Hydra, in all his
roly-poly, four-hundred pound glory, was Headmaster Gurgus.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
For
many years Mark, a high school English teacher, and Sheri, a freelance writer
and blogger, wrote independently. No matter the writing project—newspaper
articles, retreat talks, college recommendation letters, fan-fiction, blog
posts on spirituality or 80s pop songs—they tended to work alone. Separate
rooms, separate computers. But raising their twin sons helped them discover an
important truth: All Good Things Come in Twos.
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