Again, I am talking as much to myself as to you.
I was waiting for the perfect time this last week. For the time, the place, for the words to come to me. I want to write my story. I want to get it out so I can share it with all of you. That means this behavior of waiting must stop.
Whether I feel like it or not, I must write. An hour a day, at the very least, devoted to writing. No checking email, browsing the forums or the rest of the internet. No blogging or playing with and trying to improve the site. Just writing. Me, the story, and nothing else.
In February I had been waking up 30 minutes earlier than normal and then writing for 1 hour instead of dawdling around for 30 minutes right after I woke up. It was incredibly helpful, for the first few weeks. However, in the last two weeks it has becoming increasingly difficult not to spend that first hour of my mornings browsing the internet. Last week, I ceased to even pretend at writing.