Before hopping on the bikes I repeated my firm pledge: no way would I cycle on the roads. We live next to a series of parks and there was no need to hit the streets. Plus, I'd seen cyclists sandwiched between buses and taxis and the very thought terrified me!
However, when we sat down outside City Hall, my husband pointed to the most easterly bike docking station on the map and declared his need to head there, thus completing our journey from west to east. Always motivated by pointless journey quests, I was quick to agree: until I realised this journey would require crossing Tower Bridge, mingling with the heavy Sunday afternoon traffic. I gulped, then agreed.
Everything was fine until the iconic towers of the bridge loomed over me and a railing to my left squeezed me over towards the cars, vans and buses flashing by. I took a deep breath and urged my legs faster up the incline of the bridge. Just keep moving, I told myself. Just keep moving, and you'll get there.
It's funny because that's what I tell myself when I'm writing too. Keep going, keep writing. Keep editing -- you'll get there in the end!
I got to that East London bicycle station -- and back again. And my novels will hopefully get there too if I just keep moving, improving and looking forward!
How do you deal with your fears, writing or otherwise?