A week ago I felt like I had nothing to write. I knew that it I needed to write something. Anything. It had been close to a week.
So I sat down to write in the morning for a short sprint.
My Tuesday mornings are usually pretty busy so after struggling to get words on a page for about 30 minutes, I had to go to work.
Later that day, I came back to the work I had started in the morning. Nothing that I had written looked inspired. It all felt forced.
But it wasn’t a finished post yet. So I had to keep working on it, even though it seemed like junk. Laboriously, I slogged through even more of it.
I still felt uninspired. Continue Reading…