I don’t know what I want to write about today.
I’m trying out a new schedule, since whatever schedule I had before has been completely dismantled thanks to this fuzzy bouncy thing called a “dog.”
I haven’t quite adjusted yet. I still haven’t figured out how to create space in this new way of living for all the things I want to fill the hours of my day with. If I even can do all the things I wanted to do before Izzie wandered in.
In all the years I’ve been writing — more than I like to say out loud sometimes — I’ve found only one strategy that always gets me writing something, even when I’m not sure what to write about, or don’t feel like writing anything at all.
I just start writing.
Ever since I did this as an exercise in a high school creative writing class…
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