There is nothing worse than trying to force yourself to write when you have a book you really want to read. I could write a book about the subject, if only I didn’t have this book I really want to read.
Stringing together crapass sentences isn’t the essence of good writing, but showing up daily is. So, as awful as I feel putting this post into the world, it is a raging success in that regard. Or so I keep saying to myself on days like today.
Ugh. Just push “publish” and get it over with.