I started writing on a Thursday.
Not because Thursday was significant or because the conditions were perfect or because I had decided with any kind of formal intention that today was the day. I started because I was sitting in the library with my coffee going cold beside me and a blank document open on my laptop and the morning light was coming through the window at exactly the right angle and something in me simply said now.
So I wrote.
Not carefully. Not with the editorial part of my brain engaged, the part that had spent years reading other people's work and finding what was wrong with it before finding what was right. I turned that part off entirely and I wrote the way you write when you have been not writing for long enough that the thing inside you has been building pressure and s
