Dear Frustrated Writer, I see you. I get you. I am you. And if I’m not you, I miss reading your words. You want to write. But you’re too busy, too stressed. There aren’t enough hours in the day. And oh look, Netflix. You got a rejection letter. You suck at this (you don’t, though). You’re writing at the edge of your desk. You don’t even have a desk. You write on your lap. On the bus. When your kid…
And so, I’ve recently tried to blog more consistently. A wordy post here, a list post here. If you asked, I’d say I try to post something every other day, and by something, I mean something worth reading. I moved the writing prompt roundup to Monday this week, because Neil left for a city week on Sunday, and I knew I wouldn’t have time to put a post together on Sunday. Even list posts take me hours. And with Neil…
And so, I’ve been thinking about giving you guys a peek into my writing process, but I don’t have one. Here’s yet another piece I wrote, a few weeks ago now, about not writing. I’m re-posting it here, because I wrote it, and it’s the truth. July 26th, 2018. The day before yesterday, I stayed up til 1 a.m. to write and hit publish on a piece for the #30Posts30Days challenge. (On Medium. The challenge was started by Frank McKinley.)…
