I’m looking to my right at a mess on the shelves next to my desk. I’m wondering if I should be cleaning it instead. It feels more productive than staring at a blank screen trying to hit on some observation or opinion with which I can start a post. Instead, it seems like this one will be just another stream of consciousness. What’s wrong with that? Sure, it’s not what I set out to do–this isn’t meant to be a journal, but beggars can’t be choosers, and if this is what comes out sometimes (most of the time) so be it.

I started writing daily because Seth Godin said it was a good idea and I agreed with him. I don’t remember his exact reasoning, nor have I ever really looked at his blog, but doing something consistently related to writing seems like a good idea for someone interested in becoming a writer. Again, 9 days in, I think just getting words, whatever they are on the page is good enough. However, there’s the part of me that wants more. That wants to be building up to something, practicing something, getting better.

For now, though I think it’s important to not get distracted by the shiny new thing. Part of where I failed in the past is giving up on the boring current thing in favor of the shiny new thing. I don’t want that to happen again.