It’s been a long time since I’ve had time to blog. Life floods my free time with its demands, and my writing time ends up drowning beneath waves of work and board meetings.
I’m trying to put my foot down on my morning writing time and ignore my boss’s demands. I’m stomping in quicksand whenever I do that, but today I’m willing to put up with a little mud squelching.
The problem with not regularly writing is it’s not like riding a bike; you can’t just pick up a pen or a laptop and expect your skills to be what they were when you left off. It’s much more like working out. Take a week or two off and your muscles ache for a couple of days when you return. Hit the gym after a few months, and you groan with every stiff wobbling step for days.
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hat’s where I’m at, trying to get my writing chops back in shape. Doing bits and pieces every couple of weeks hasn’t been enough. This past weekend I decided it’s time to rededicate myself to the art. Thirty minutes every possible morning. I’m remembering how hard this can be. It’s taken me two mornings to write four paragraphs. Too much time spent staring at a white page or finding something more interesting on Facebook or reading about last night’s Mariners’ game.
My goal is to get back to at least two blog posts per month. Time will tell. For now, it’s time to reattach my coffee IV drip and focus!
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