I started writing with great intentions. After suggestions from provocative writers like Seth Godin and James Altucher to “write every day”, I thought it should be easy. If they can do it, so can I. Just do it. A few sentences or paragraphs a day shouldn’t take very long.
At first, I set aside time every morning, and the rush of a new challenge pushed me passed the first line.
Then the excuses crept in.
I’m too busy today – we’re all too busy. Busy is a self inflicted condition.
Some days I would make out better than others, even getting a fragmented spewing of idea vomit saved to drafts. There are a lot of draft posts saved now. Hardly any worth publishing.
Sometimes the farthest I would get was a blank post and a line of key smashing, just so I could see some text on the page.
Why is that first line such a difficult roadblock to overcome? Even when I know that just getting word on the page is the most important part?
I have decided to lower my expectations and just be happy to have a few inspired moments, when they occur.
Maybe I’ll get some of those drafts finished. Someday.
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