Every day on my way into work and then back home from work I see people out in the world.
They look like they are having fun, doing things, living lives.
Friday, May 3, 2019
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Thursday, February 7, 2019
For the last year or so (if I'm honest, nearly two years now) writing has been far more difficult than it should be. By writing I mean anything that requires putting words in a cunning order be it blog posts, letters, novels, or really anything. I managed to complete NaNoWriMo 2017, but it was torture and well, quite poorly written. For NaNoWriMo 2018 I never got past 14k words.
I have always considered myself a writer, not because I had published anything or because I was always writing something, but because I loved writing. Whenever the opportunity presented itself I would write happily away into the night. whether it was instructions on some process or system for work, a letter to someone, a short story, a blog post or anything the words just poured out. This is no longer the case.