There’s this thing in the blogosphere called NaBloPoMo or some other random collection of letters that should basically equate to writing one post, every day, for the full month of November.
I’ve done it occasionally, but life is just insane at the moment, and I was all like, Who has time? And then I got sad because I used to write twice a day here. It was my smoke-break at work, my ten minutes alone with just me and a keyboard and my thoughts, and I love reading those archives.
When you write for money, it’s easy to start seeing what was once a hobby as now an obligation, and the idea of having to carve MORE time out for it can seem laborious. But in the end, these are the archives I would read. I wouldn’t fondly revisit my freelance writing gigs.
So I’m back in the saddle. Writing daily. No matter how unpolished, inane, or pointless it may feel – I’m back.
Day 1 of 30