A curious thing has happened.
I started with a new purpose in mid-June, with a goal of writing something every day. As with any new habit making it happen was a struggle. Some days life interferes, and I struggle. I fight back carving out time to write, even if I start at 11:00 at night to make it under the wire.
One day the writing happened with ease. The word count I achieved amazed me. I assumed it was a fluke and forgot it. Until a few weeks later. That was novel. Then it happened again. Now I am intrigued.
I now show up to write with a sense of anticipation… Will today be the day when the writing, writes itself?
Have you experienced these moments?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer