Every
once in a while the masters of my Kempo system will come from
California to Utah and put on a seminar. I do my best to not miss
them, because they're mind-blowingly awesome.
And
I'm not just saying that because someone might read this and decide
I'm not humble enough and come remind me that I'm really a white
belt.
Watching
the masters move is like getting listening to a symphony—there's so
much going on that it's hard to catch it all. How did the seventh
degree black belt get from here to there and how many times did they
hit that guy before he hit the ground? Master Awesome will show us a
move that ends spectacularly, and while I can appreciate the move in
its entirety, my mind is still back on how in the world he got behind
his opponent. How did that foot work go again?
After
having spent almost three weeks at writing conferences over the past
two months (yes, it has been a good year) I feel much like I do when
I go to a Masters Seminar for Kempo.
Wow.
Wowzers. Double Dog Wow-wowzers.
I've
listened to, chatted with, laughed at, laughed with, cried because of
and stood in awe of a handful of amazing writers. They all have
different perspectives on writing and publishing, which makes them
all invaluable assets to those of us who are still trying to figure
out how it all works.
My
mind is still swimming in the information I tried to digest during
these three weeks. It's impossible to sort through it and figure out
what I need right now. So instead, I gathered my notes and put them
away. I thought back to the bits of information that really struck
me, whether it be on the craft or business of writing, and I'm trying
to incorporate them. If they struck me, and I still remember them,
then they must be my next step to being a better and successful
author.
Get
that footwork right, and just maybe the next few punches will come
naturally.
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