Honestly, sometimes writing is like thrashing in a rip. No idea is a good one. I can’t concentrate. Then I get frustrated with myself, which makes it even harder to write... I have found that if I’m struggling to get anything coherent out, usually one of two things has happened, so therefore one of two things needs to happen.
Our measure of success doesn’t always have to be output. It can be, but let that be your choice, not the default.
Ugh. A New Year, and I’m late to writing about it. Everything I’ve read by other people has been better than what I’ve got to say. I’m running out of ideas for this stupid blog.
We'll always be looking ahead longingly, until we're looking back wistfully.
Who needs to hear what you’ve got to say?