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New Year, Same(ish) Me

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New Year’s resolutions aren’t for me. I never begin a new year expecting to take up a bunch of new habits that will transform my life and somehow make me a better person. Because I know that ambitious new plans hatched at the beginning of the year are unlikely to stick and my imminent failure will only lead to self-doubt and bitter recrimination. In reality, January 1 is just another day. Nobody is magically renewed at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve (which is, in my opinion, one of the most lousy and overrated nights of the year, but that’s another matter entirely). Continue reading “New Year, Same(ish) Me”

Endings and Beginnings

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Well, I’ve done it! I’ve made it to the end of NaBloPoMo without missing a single day. For a habitual procrastinator, that’s a nice little achievement.

It’s a relief to finally be at the end of November. It’s been a challenging month but it’s been entirely worth the effort.

Today also marks one year since I first posted on this blog. I would feel more excited about my blogging anniversary if I had actually engaged in a busy year of blogging, rather than letting my blog languish for months until dusting it off properly in November. Nevertheless,  I’m proud of at least successfully completing the challenge I set myself a month ago, and I’m looking forward to blogging regularly from now on. Continue reading “Endings and Beginnings”

Halfway There

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It’s pretty great to already be at the halfway point of NaBloPoMo.

When I began this challenge fifteen days ago, I was determined that I would see it through and never miss a day. I wanted to kick my procrastination and indecision to the kerb and give my blog the attention it had been lacking for months. Continue reading “Halfway There”

Getting on With It

If you want to be a writer, you must write.

It sounds so simple and obvious, and it is, but sometimes, just finding the time to sit down and get on with the business of writing feels like the hardest thing of all.

Sure, there’s always time for jotting down random ideas in notebooks or on any available scrap of paper. Idle musings, snippets of overheard conversations, memories: they’re all potential writing fodder. It’s no wonder I’m a hopeless hoarder of post-its and old receipts; I can’t bear to throw out any bit of scribble, in case those senseless fragments one day inspire something marvellous.

But the routine of writing – the daily word count or requisite number of hours, the gear-grinding grunt work – can be tricky to form and adhere to when there is all of the rest of daily life to deal with. Continue reading “Getting on With It”

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