Saturday, July 18, 2009
This man was a God
Bruce Lee played Ping Pong with his nunchuks. I wonder how long he had to practise to get that good in hitting the little ball with the chuks.
To liken this to writing I'd have to say it all comes down to practise. Every story we write, every novel we finish and shove under the bed to never see again is all part of the practise. If we didn't do it we'd never be able to hit the ball.
Now I'm imagining peeking under Stephen King's bed. I think it might be a little scary under there...
I may have to go dust off my nunchuks.