It’s somewhere between amusing and slightly frustrating when you spend all day anticipating writing time. From the the morning when you woke up to the early evening you’ve managed to mentally write a good few thousand words.
The expectation is when you get home and sit on the sofa, at a desk or wherever your chosen writing space is you’ll be overflowing with ideas for what to write.
So why is it that you sometimes find yourself with nothing to say when the time comes that you need to write?
I think it’s often the pressure we put on ourselves to write something good, meaningful or even life-changing.
But each day that I write I’m trying more and more to simply focus on writing, not because I need to but because I want to.
And in doing that I’m able to tap into thinking the same way I do throughout the day when the ideas just come to me in surplus.