For whatever reason, today was a tough day. I had “floating anxiety” all day, and normally, that would mean I wouldn’t have done much work. I’d have stewed and waited for it to just go away…but not today…
Today, I sat down, went through my focusing regime, and I banged out 2,000 *excellent* words.
That was very, very satisfying.
I’m thinking about starting a series of blog posts…or maybe even a book…on how to develop a writing process. I definitely want to stick with this for a longer period of time before I do so, but I’m seeing the results of my persistence and what I’m learning from my mistakes, and that might be helpful for someone else, you know?
Writing is such a personal process. It really, truly is. There is no one manual or path to getting to the top of that mountain…but I’ve found that by exposing myself to enough unique, individual perspectives, I’ve been able to cobble together my own method. So, while I don’t think I can show anyone else the “light” when it comes to finding a writing routine, I do think I can help them find it for themselves.
Other than that, I sent off a newsletter, went grocery shopping, took care of the pups, had a nice In-N-Out dinner with the Ho, watched some baseball, and general just tried to SIT with my anxiety instead of running from or ignoring it.
I really wonder where it came from. Perhaps it’s that Liz was out of the house all day…perhaps it’s this writing opportunity that’s come my way…I’m not sure. But I feel very, very grateful for all the work I’ve done recently to set my process in motion. That momentum, and those tools really saved me today.
Night!
Artwork this evening is from Yanuly Sanson.