I have a lot of stuff I’ve written. Some of it good, some of it not so much with the good. Most of it has never seen the light of day, or if it has, it has long since been removed from the interwebs. Part of me thinks that perhaps that’s for the best, but a part of me also wants to see it put up someplace so that I can remind myself it still exists. Even the bad stuff…we all come from someplace, right?
I may just do it, then. If I do, I’ll be sure to mark it as older works, just to keep myself honest to my goal of writing every day and not merely reposting stuff I wrote a long time ago. That seems like it would defeat the purpose of this blog, no?
I’ve come to the realization that I need to write more. I love writing, I do. I love the English language and all the crazy things I can do with it. I love taking silly sounds and syllables and linking them together into long ropes of thought that help weave an idea, create an image. I love these things, and yet I so rarely do it any more.
Good question. I think part of it is inertia. It’s easier not to write, when one has broken the habit of doing so. It’s easier to do anything else, to spend hours browsing Facebook or Reddit or Twitter and never really accomplishing anything else at all. It’s easier to come home after a long day of work and do nothing at all.
Easy sucks. Because easy never gets anything done. And I grow tired of getting nothing done.
So I’m challenging myself. I am going to write something every day. Some days I might write more than one thing. Some days I may have the inspiration to write something long and inspiring and insightful, Some days I may have nothing but rants and raves and ramblings, however incoherent. Some days I may have paragraph after paragraph of thoughts and ideas and others I may struggle to write a single sentence.
But I will write that sentence. It’s time to restart the habit.