write something every day

Didn’t do so well this week. I did write something Monday and noodled around one or two other days. Tuesday I took off of everything with inauguration fever.

I’m really not sure how I feel about this goal. Other than ambivalent. But I’ll keep tilting at it for awhile. It’s good to keep the writing on the table, so to speak.

If updating my goals tonight counts, I’ve managed to write “something” everyday this week. I think one of my biggest obstacles to maintaining this practice is the difficulty I have accepting that “something,” that some days, probably most days, I will go to the page, spend some time there, and come away with nothing presentable or even capable of being made presentable. But the practice is the thing and humility enough to submit to it, and a certain hope-springs-eternal-ness that maybe this day I’ll be surprised. On a couple of days where I managed to crowd the writing goal to the end of the day I have crawled into bed with my notebok to write a little before shutting off the light – - not a bad bedtime ritual at all.