I’ve got a new directive.
Everyone says if you’re gonna be a writer, you’ve got to do it every day. Well I try. Hard. But shit gets in the way. Like life and dinner and work and PBR and being in love. It’s so easy to let myself give it up for a minute. Or a week. Does that make me a not-artist? No. Does that make me lazy? I don’t think so.
But does it demonstrate to me that I’m not trying as hard as I’d like to at this really cool thing that I like to do? Yes.
Nobody really reads this blog unless I beg them to, but I read it. Or at least when I was actually writing stuff I did. What I’ve realized is that I invented something that lets me hold myself accountable for things. If I’m the one doing the reading and the writing, I’m probably gonna notice on the days that I don’t do one or the other. And that’s bigger than I thought.
Because if someone’s making something, what else are they going to do except for build it and then look at it? And then keep building.
So that’s the plan. One prompt a day. One response. 365 days.
It’s a start.
