It’s 21:41

It’s 21:41. This is the latest I’ve left my daily post since I started.

Over the last few days, I started raiding my notes for ideas that were mostly-formed, instead of writing something fresh. It only happened once or twice, but it feels icky.

To be fair, this was a difficult week. I was upset and exhausted. Writing from that place is hard.

I’m writing this fresh, and I’ve no idea where it’s going.

It’s interesting feeling the different gravitational pulls that interrupt just writing. The desire to write some short, pithy and shareable. The belief that I have to continue a theme. Lots of expectations.

I’m drawn to sharing more to stories since starting a storylog, but a well-told story needs a little more time to flesh out. It’s hard to do that in a day, but maybe I should try and find out? Who says it has to be fully fleshed-out right away?

Publishing each day is a great practice, but I’m already craving more depth and length. Recognising that is in itself useful. Before now, writing would slow to a halt over weeks. Now spending more than one day on a piece feels like luxury.

I do have the book. But daily publishing vs the depth of the book feels perhaps too distant from one another. Oh well, only 60 more days to go!

I’m enjoying summarising things in my weekly personal newsletter. It feels good to be sharing in that way again. I also run a more technical newsletter that I’m less sure about. Too many balls in the air.

Thanks for tuning in.