Sometimes I can get so distracted by the vending stuff, that I neglect to work on my writing. Despite having systems in the past, I would often derivate from them because of one need or another. I had to develop a system that could ignore need. It was just... something that I was doing. A part of my routine.
It feels amazing to be in the flow again, I never really stopped writing. I actually write everyday. Forcing myself to write at least one paragraph. I was doing that for so long... now the book is almost finished but in stunted paragraphs.
It has taken this long to understand how I write. Unlike drawing or my other creations, I've noticed that I need complete quiet. Mornings are now my jam and my flow is a river.
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