I had been writing earlier in the year and doing pretty good at keeping it up and then I just kinda stopped.
I tried to start again but it felt forced. It was terrible, there was no flow I couldn’t convey my thoughts. Things were not coming out how I wanted them to. Garbage, total garbage.
I don’t know if there has been a shift in the stars or what but I woke up Sunday and suddenly I wanted to write. I’ve been writing since. Still garbage but I think possibly workable garbage.
Having spent much of my night writing I did not get to my blog.
Yet my goal is to have a post every weekday for a year, this is my sad post for today.
Today I let my other writing consume me and my attention. It felt great!
It’s also a goal to have a draft of a novel done by the end of the year, my rationalization is that I am posting this sad sorry excuse because I put time into another goal.
I am comforted by the fact that this is not the saddest or sorriest post I have ever written. Tomorrow I will prioritize and have if not a GREAT post then at least a picture!
