I am a writer. And maybe what a writer does with her unexpected free time (due to pregnancy insomnia), is to open up a new document and write a little about writing.
This is part of a new undertaking I am attempting. I’ve always failed at habit making. The usual techniques never work for me – a “chain” on my calendar make me want to break it after a little while. The idea of doing something “forever” makes my breath shorten and has me feeling caged. Even something as simple as getting dressed in the morning can’t be a true habit for me – I want to decide every day if I really want to. Some days I just can’t, and spending the day in pajamas is much more appealing. So I do. (Clearly, I work at home.) Continue reading