First, I need to stop blogging as I’m going to bed.  Because by this time I’ve completely given up on critical thought and all I’m truly focused on is falling asleep (and staying asleep) for the rest of the night.  But Stephen King wrote in On Writing that best practice for writing is to write … every day.  So I’m here, writing every day.  Like I did last year.  Hoping it sticks better this year.  Hoping at some point it stops being  about getting it done and starts being about having something to say.

The truth is I have many things to say, I just haven’t found the personal discipline to sit down and put my thoughts to paper in a cohesive, understandable way.  It’s much easier in theory than in practice.  As most things are.

Husby and i have been watching the show “Station Eleven” on HBO.  We are caught up and now anticipating the finale on Thursday.  It has been a confusing, intriguing, layered, troubling, uncomfortable, enlightening series.  As I watch it I wonder – do I have anything this powerful to share?  Does my creativity hit this level of brilliance?   … No one – least of all me – will ever know if I don‘t finish something.  That’s the truth.

Anyway.  It’s later than I want it to be but I’m going to bed now.  I have written for today.

Xoxo, g