I’ve noticed I spend an awful lot of time thinking about things I want to write, or doing research, but never quite dedicating the time needed to do the writing. I get distracted by so many things. The way the blog looks. The color of the links. The research. Deciding if the subject matter is worth the time investment. So many hours I spend just thinking about the act of writing that I end up never doing any actual writing. Last night just before I fell asleep, I decided to write a letter to myself. My mind was racing with a hundred thoughts… all of the memories that writing brought to me. The joy I felt, even if no one ever read a single word of what I wrote. In an effort to do something about actually writing, I’ll share the letter I wrote to myself.
Maybe you’ll find some inspiration too.