I don't mean to spend so much time away from writing. I don't even know for certain why I do. I think about it. I write things in my head while I'm mowing the lawn or driving somewhere or knitting or whatever fills the hours of my every day.
It doesn't happen. Not as often as I think about it or want it to. Writing, except for the journaling I do without any regularity, simply isn't on the schedule, so it doesn't get done.
And time ticks on and on, and days pass, turning in to months and years. I ask, where does the time go? It should be going to writing. Not all of it, but more of it. Definitely more of it.
The only thing to do is do it. Like with anything else. Good intentions are great, but good intentions can't do the writing. Only I can.
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