The problem with my writing
This is as easy as a metaphor. In the olden days, before I was ever pregnant, I went to Crunch, back when it was still a good gym in New York City. I was only interested in the Tai Kickboxing and Yoga. Both were harder than I thought - I had led a pretty sedentary 35 years.
But as I continued to go to one of each class every week, I discovered something:
Yoga made the kickboxing easier.
And kickboxing made the yoga easier!
This was a shocking discovery for me, but I realized that one sport stretched and toned me, while the other built my muscles - and both were needed to perform each of these sports well, only in different measure.
I was thinking about this as a metaphor for my writing. Because I was a better writer when I was a writing poet, as well as I was a more involved poet when I was writing fiction. One built my writing muscles (fiction) and the other stretched me (poetry).
I want to give up everything else I’m doing and do this. Don’t know how that will work, but it’s just what I want.