I wondered if it would get easier as the year wore on.
It got easier, but not in the way I was thinking. The writing itself didn’t get any easier. The commitment, however, did get easier.
I knew that each day I had to write (except for just a handful). At first, that was a daunting task. But as the year wore on, that commitment became something I looked forward to rather than dread. In fact, here I am, still going.
The writing, though. Still the same. Some days it flows. Others, well, it’s a cat fight.
