But training for a marathon takes time. A lot of time. Like, sometimes hours every day.
And since I’m supposed to be at home writing my next novel, guilt creep quickly set in because I was spending so much time at my local gym, training. There were days when I would spend anywhere from a minimum of two hours to almost four hours at my new home-away-from-home.
One day as I was logging mile after mile on the treadmill at the gym, wondering if I was kidding myself with the whole marathon thing, a book idea popped into my brain like a seed of sunlight. Soon, I began to see people at my gym who I thought would make great characters for the book. Then I started to flesh out a rough outline. Finally I began to write the first chapter. And the second. And the third. And so on and so on. All in my head.
Energized by my run and a head drunk on book ideas, I’d rush home and shower, of course, and then begin pounding out my story into my laptop. It got to the point where I couldn’t write without first running at least 6-10 miles. Talk about incentive! Some people call this runner’s high but I’m here to tell you that I had a full-fledged writer’s high.
CRAVING PERFECT was written one mile at a time. I went through four pairs of running shoes by the time I typed “The End” on my first draft. All of the characters are based on people I observed at my gym (which will remain nameless). And I have one very well used, industrial-sized treadmill to thank for it, although my knees may never be the same.