Day one hundred seventy-one of my 365 Day Writing Project.
I thought a lot about writing today. I kept thinking about how I would rather be working on my novel than what I was doing at the time. I was looking forward to my nightly ritual of having a cup of tea and writing after the kids were asleep. I couldn’t wait for it.
When I finally got the opportunity, I was happy to have it. But all of this thinking about writing got me thinking about what I would be doing at night if I didn’t write. I actually Tweeted about this (see below). What I learned from it was that I didn’t really miss the things I would be doing if I wasn’t writing. It felt unnatural to consider them again, which is great news for me. It means that I have fully formed the habit of writing every day, to the point of rendering my old nightly habits and routines into something other than habits and routines.
Writing is what I do now. It has been 171 days (or nights) of committed, disciplined writing. This is my daily habit, my routine. And since I’m wishing I could be writing when I’m doing something else, I know without any doubt that it is a good habit to have.