Golf happens to be the loneliest sport on earth. You may start with a group or a partner, but
you probably will only see them in the tee box and on the green. Your ball slices and theirs cuts. You hit it straight and they venture into the
woods. You play in the sand and they
search the rough. But golf is great for
the writer.
A writer thinks a lot and the golf course offers plenty of
time to do that. After a tee shot there’s
a couple of minutes until you get to your ball and again after you hit with an
iron. In that time I think about my book
project. Do I like where the story is
going? Is there a connecter I can place
early on and reveal at some other point?
Is he going to die and what will that do to the other characters? I even think about book covers and what would
best exemplify the entire book with one image.
Golf and writing have a lot in common. There are funny moments; I almost hit the
group playing beside us. There are
tragic moments; the ball bounce off a tree and landed in the lake. There are adventurous moments; I had to
trample over thorns, under branches, around trees to find my ball in the
woods. And there are peaceful moments;
the ball soared like an eagle for two hundred and fifty yards.
You see, golfing is a story in itself. The writer is the main character who has a
mission. They are thrown right into the
action. They have little time to defeat
the enemy; themselves. They have their weapons,
distractions, suspenseful buildups, climaxes, agony, and revelations. With each trip to the golf course they have
one question on their minds; will this be a page-turner or a flop?
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