Ooph, what a drag right? Hard to write every day when there’s nothing to write about. I sat down at my desk looking out at the rain as it fell down from up above. Did you know that rainwater is actually incredibly dirty? It takes a speck of dirt or what have you to form the droplets in the sky. Speaking of dirt, this floor is disgusting. I’ll just go grab the broom and…

There it goes again. It’s so easy to slip away from the keyboard when a blank page stares back (that damn menace). Writing has always been fun for me, but only when I feel myself fall into the groove of things. But some days it’s really hard to find that groove. Those days are the ones I give up and don’t write a thing.

I played a joke on myself with the title of this blog. Clearly, I never post daily (I tend to forget about it most days). I’ve always wanted to take it to the next level but I just never had. “Tomorrow,” I’d say. Then I’d say the same thing the next day. “Oh, I don’t have anything planned Friday—I’ll do it that day.” But Friday is the day to relax! Oh god, it just keeps going.

What I’m trying to say is that it isn’t easy to write every day. But it’s not meant to be easy. This isn’t some new revelation at all—we’ve all known this since the beginning of everything. Writing is hard, writing is work, writing sucks at the soul—why did I choose to do this I wonder?

Because I’m the most myself when my fingers fall over the keyboard. Because the feeling I get looking at the blocks of words I wrote (bad or good) elevates me higher than anything else I know. Because when I was a little kid all I wanted to do was write stories and share them with my friends. Because I am who I am.

I’ll try to post more—maybe daily if I can muster some semblance of something. I don’t even care if anyone is paying attention. It was always just for me anyways (sorry kids). Stay safe out there,