I woke up at 7am, not the ideal time on a Saturday, but going back to sleep wasn’t an option. So I did something I haven’t done in a long time. I got dressed, grabbed my iPad, sat down with a glass of water, and wrote for an hour straight. I miss writing fiction, I’ve been struggling with it for a long time now. It’s not writer’s block or the like, it’s time and priorities, every creative person’s worst enemy. I’m going to change that, I am already changing that, and this morning felt like an important step.
Some 2,300 words that might or might not be keepers feels really good right now. I’ve earned my coffee.