I interviewed Tim this morning for the article I'm writing for submission to the Crossfit Games. He was kind enough to sit with me after the 6:45am workout that he coached and let me ask him questions - some quite personal - admitting things out loud that he didn't necessarily want too and I really appreciate that.
Now what?
I'm stuck... the words are still floating - not coming together - I'm afraid to not do him justice. I'm writing about him - his story and it has to be GREAT. And I get it... I know how to overcome this - I just need to get the words out - anything - fill the page up, with garbage even and then go from there. Rearrange, reorder, rewrite. It is only then that the beauty will form, this isn't a story that just spews out - fingers on keyboard - free form. This is a chronicling, of someone else's journey, someone else's dream, someone else.
I will find the angle, there are so many there, 500 words, barely skimming the surface and I'm determined to make it a glittery, stunning surface that everyone wants to jump into.
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