Sometimes I decide to write. It’s just me, my laptop, and maybe my needy yet adorable Morkie pup. The blank screen stares back at me. My mind goes blank. It feels forced. This especially happens when I have a deadline. I don’t like someone telling me how or when to be creative. I do, however, like freelance writing gigs. So it’s a battle I keep.
On other days, the ideas are just there. They flow out of me while I’m driving, and I quickly dictate them to Siri before I forget them. This morning, I raced up the stairs to the back door of my office building, practically tripping over myself to write this all down before I forgot.
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