Soccer Writing

Typing Between the Goal Cheers and the Hailstorm—Yes, I’m Still Writing This Book

It seems that writing requires serenity. A desk and a teacup. Something without shouting or weather warnings.

I had a soccer ball that almost hit me in the second half, a plastic chair, sideways wind, and a laptop that was swaying on a snack box.

So… sure.

In a scene about bioengineered lungs and emotionally jumbled robots, I was the mother with one eye on the midfield and the other on the field. I shouted, "Great hustle!" at the right moment, clapped when someone scored, and typed crazily during halftime.

And then—hail, because the universe is funny.

Sideways hail.

Falling from what I believe to be a rogue cumulonimbus.

Did I shut my laptop? Nope.
Did I continue to blink sleet off the screen and type with frozen fingers? Naturally.

Because The Mindborn keeps showing up, even when real life throws a storm at it.

Seldom writing waits for quiet. It pushes into the confusion. In between yells, food, on-field drama, and meteorological phenomena. And it continues to grow somehow.

I had some victories over the last two weeks: A challenging scene made sense at last. My inner science geek felt validated when a certain therapy bot did something. Indeed, I almost broke in a parking lot line. I won't give you any spoilers. However, yeah. It hit hard.

So no, it’s not always clean. Or dry. Or predictable.
But the story’s alive.

However, the narrative is alive.

And don't wait for calm if you're pursuing something of your own, such as a project, a dream, or an extremely ambitious idea.

Some of the best work happens in the middle of real life. Between the cheer and the thunder, right there on the field's edge.