I got back from Scotland on Tuesday evening to a mountain of laundry and a couple of real life annoyances. Dealing with those took me until Thursday morning, and then the decks were clear for me to get back to my romantic fantasy WIP.
At least, that was the idea.
Elizabeth reported earlier this week that her Girls in the Basement had absconded and were presumed drinking Margaritas on a beach somewhere, leaving her to stare at a blank page. My Girls are here, but I can’t seem to get them under control. They spent ten days in Scotland spinning off idea after idea for my contemporary Gilded Lily series, which is exciting but doesn’t help with my long list of current story questions. Now they’re busy sparking off the Olympics, which is even less productive. Still, it’s a fascinating, once-every-four-years spectacle, so I’ve decided to go with the flow for one more day, until the end of the weekend.
The great thing about the Olympics is that it’s more than a showcase of world-class sports from the familiar to the mind-bogglingly esoteric. The event is built on human endeavor, triumph and disaster, which makes it a story masterclass. I’ve been thinking a lot about that.
For me, the exciting sports are those that put individuals directly in opposition. Head-to-head battles are best, and even better if the sport gives the contestants the opportunity to raise their game in adversity. I like one-on-one challenges, but I also love to watch great teamwork. So tennis, badminton, track cycling, fencing, judo… all good 🙂 .
I’m not interested in races unless they’re long enough to become tactical battles – so sailing, yes; sprinting, no (I know I’m in a minority, but I don’t understand the fascination).
I don’t engage with one-at-a-time sports – so no diving or gymnastics or equestrianism for me.
I think that means I get a kick out of the same key elements I find in a good book – it’s all about conflict, character, and community. I’m not wowed by human achievement in the abstract, and I don’t delight in the physical beauty of the more esoteric disciplines.
How about you?
Have you been hooked by the Olympics? What captures your imagination, and why?