Forrest Gump just stopped running one day. As much as he loved to run, as many people as he inspired, one day he simply stopped. He’d had enough. He had nothing more to give.
I love the movie, “Forrest Gump.” I’m not a big movie buff, but it’s probably one of my favourites. A big part of it might be the music. Yes, I listen to the sound track while walking on my treadmill some days.
Some days I think about that scene in the movie when Forrest stops right in the middle of the road. Was it even a conscious decision to make? Did Forrest think about quitting? Did he spend days or months contemplating it? Did he take time to think, I’m getting really tired of running and one of these days I’m going to stop?
Will that be me some day? Will I wake up, turn my computer on, and decide that’s it, I’m not writing another word? Will some future WIP be left dangling in mid sentence?
My thought is that Forrest just stopped. That he had been running on automatic pilot and one day something inside him clicked. It was time to stop, he knew it, and so he did. It was the right decision, the right time.
So I’ve been told I think too much. Women sometimes do that. Still, I can’t help wondering does the same thing happen to writers, does this urge to run with words just stop? Will I just stop writing one day without warning?
Maybe it’s time to stop thinking and get back to writing.