The last week has been a roller-coaster ride in terms of writing.
Some days a 1000 words have arrived in less than two hours. On others I could only find 200. After looking for them the whole day.
But I’ve learned to take it easy on myself and enjoy writing, even on the days of famine. I can be my own best friend, try to know myself, and forgive myself, let my self be, and watch it just wallow in creativity with no end goal in mind.
This isn’t for all the days (there will be months of editing), but for now I can just write for the pleasure of it, and not cry buckets if the words don’t come.
What about you? Do you take joy in your reading, writing and general day to day life?