I want to open a bar where the chief entertainment is that people strut around, speaking Shakespearean English, and throw down their gloves as a gage (gage: a valued object deposited as a guarantee of good faith). Then they argue, about their honor, about whatever, throwing down glove after glove along with each other their arguments.
My friend, Jane, and I saw Richard II last summer with Robert Sean Leonard starring as King Richard II. His performance was so, so moving and beautiful – but we quickly found hilarity is this tragedy with the running joke of Henry IV and his supporters throwing down their gages and being willing to duel at every turn.
So what’s that have to do with writing, you ask?
When I reviewed all the suggestions I was given for the year, I realized writing was the one place I wasn’t throwing down. I had hardly written a single word for myself in the past few months, and it was wearing on my sanity. Me not writing is worse than me writing a few bad sentences scribbled on a napkin.
What’s worse? I’m out of the habit of writing for myself. I’m out of the habit of sitting down and losing myself in writing. And I’m out of the habit of writing daily.
The knights and nobles in Richard II throw down a glove because it means something. Yes, it means you are challenging someone to defend their honor, but they’re backing it up with an item where one is useless without the other. They’re throwing down and throwing down something physical, something that everyone can see.
That’s what I’m challenging myself – and you – to do. It’s why I’ve been hard at work on this blog again. Because I’m throwing down here, and this blog is my gage.
How will you step up and step out in your own life?