I'm glad it's not my job to write every single day, because sometimes, I got nothing. And then writing is a stretch and posting feels a little like a sham. Despite a few days of inspiration deprivation, I spared you accounts of dog diarrhea, my aching knee, and ever-accumulating grey hairs.
I don't want writing to be a chore. My blog generally springs organically from seeds of inspiration that nag at me until I plant their roots at the keyboard. It feels good to be compelled to write in that way. On the other the hand, this month I experienced every day with one eye on what I could riff on, and I found myself noticing things I might not have otherwise. I'm hoping I'll take my eye for more ideas into December as I take my foot of the gas.
Good night!
I don't want writing to be a chore. My blog generally springs organically from seeds of inspiration that nag at me until I plant their roots at the keyboard. It feels good to be compelled to write in that way. On the other the hand, this month I experienced every day with one eye on what I could riff on, and I found myself noticing things I might not have otherwise. I'm hoping I'll take my eye for more ideas into December as I take my foot of the gas.
Good night!
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