Can I just say that I have some writing related regrets? Well, just the one, really. The one where I let myself fall out of my daily writing habit. Even though I know it’s so much harder to start again than it is to just keep going; static friction versus kinetic friction and all that. And even though I had perfectly sensible–and possibly even responsible–reasons for focusing on other parts of life. And even though I know that I’m human, and therefore possessed of only finite capabilities, and that burnout is a real thing.
But as I sit here and stare at my painfully blank screen, it’s hard not to think that maybe I should have just slogged through. And kept writing every day. Because maybe it would be easier to be writing right this moment.
But, hey. I’ve been here before. Maybe all I need to do is just start writing again. And to start doing it every day again. It can’t hurt, that’s for sure!