When I was getting ready for bed last night I thought, “Have I done my microblog for the day?”
Nope.
Nope, I had not.
So now I’m back starting from scratch on the thirty-four day uninterrupted run.
July 11. If I can turn it into a habit, at which point I’ll no doubt toss it into Vellum for a very special Stop Button collection and keep going like it’s nothing.
I don’t know why daily writing practice is so hard at this point. It’s been about this hard for years, but I can usually force myself into the rut. Now there isn’t a rut, everything is an even plane, and I don’t think of it as a chore, task, pleasure. Maybe because it’s an inessential. There’s no word count accountability to it anymore.