Thirty eight days ago a writing friend emailed me to ask me how my writing was going. I didn’t reply for two reasons. One: I haven’t been writing. Two: I wasn’t ready to face the fact that I haven’t been writing.
Two days ago a poetic friend pointed out that a sentence I’d quoted in a comment didn’t make sense and that I hadn’t noticed either while reading it or while reproducing it.
I started thinking that it’s time to get my write on again.
Then yesterday, I listened to a podcast talking about the dangers of “hoarding” good writing for another time. It goes off. And nothing tastes quite like writing that’s gone off.
In the podcast, Jeff Goins challenges his listeners to write and publish every day. Write everyday. Publish everyday. In public everyday.
No stranger to big, hairy, audacious goals and recently coming to terms with the gift of irritation- I accept.
One blog post every day for the foreseeable.
No neat series, no real plan, just a thought from each day lightly polished before publishing. Be forewarned: the first few are going to be constipated.
I won’t be spamming social media, but they will be hitting your inbox, dear reader, so feel free to unsubscribe or to nag me when I don’t hit publish!