Some days, you don’t get anything “productive” done. I spent the afternoon scribbling in my journal, working on a poem I’ve been struggling with. I’m probably going to do more of that today. I’ve been feeling pressure (from myself) to maintain a strict daily writing regiment.
I have been writing every day while I’ve been in Oaxaca.
I’m writing this post to remind myself that it’s okay if I don’t publish something for public consumption every day. Some days, the writing is just for me, just for trying to figure out how to make sense of ideas that are too complicated to put simply.
Another day, another cafe, a whole bunch of words scratched on a page instead of ticked into a keyboard. Nice job, Jon! Each word, however you get it out of your head, gives shape to the chaos.
Hasta luego.