Scheduling writing has been a pain lately. Remember yesterday, when I was so excited to write? By the time I drove around Kansas City, visited an intern, and wrote a major homework for my online class, I was no longer in any shape to write.
But that's why I write the blog every morning -- so at least I've written something. No matter how short, no matter how trivial, no matter how moody. No matter how much I don't feel it.
Without routine, I would forget I was a writer during busy times like these. I would forget how to write and all the lessons I've learned along the way. I would lose my identity as a writer.
In other words, even when I don't write, I write.
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