For me, writing is drafted by hand, pressing a sharpened yellow #2 Dixon Ticonderoga pencil into a page, and swirling from left to right. My computer is mostly for revisions and I log many hours there too. But when I count my writing for myself, it’s the work I’ve done by hand. I have written every single day for the last 85 days.
Here’s what I’ve noticed so far…
1. I’m learning to resist my smartphone.
I use it as a writing timer. But it will also buzz, ring, and I wonder if that email response came, so I could just pick it up and take a peek. Right? Nope. What about researching that one thing on the Internet? Nope. The answer is no. Put it down. Or better yet, don’t even pick it up. I am missing out on nothing. The coolest thing in the world is happening right in front of me. Every time I don’t pick it up, it’s a small victory.
2. I miss it when I don’t write.
Usually, I write in the mornings but sometimes life happens. Since the morning has become so ingrained as my writing time, when I realize that I haven’t written, I panic for a beat then remember that I scheduled a writing appointment for later in the day. Writing has become a habit that I feel.
3. Is writing once a day enough?
Not too long ago, daily writing seemed impossible. Now sometimes I open my journal and wonder if I need to add another session in the day. As my friend, Kim Rogers, says, “The more I write, the more I write.” I can’t, other things need to get done. But it’s been better to come to the blank page full, rather than empty.
This all started quietly and simply. I never declared a challenge or proclaimed my intention, I just started showing up. And now, onward to summer. Happy Spring!