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I'm sitting in my favorite coffee shop, drinking a truly excellent decaf mocha. I recently switched to oat milk for work-day espresso drinks, due to lactose digestion issues, and i like it so much more than any other non-dairy milk i've ever tried. it even holds up to pretty serious latte art, which is always the achilles' heel of non-dairy milks.
i've gotten into a nice little lunchtime routine here: i come here pretty much every day. sometimes (like today) i pack a lunch and buy a drink to go with it. sometimes i buy lunch. either way, i get to walk a few blocks from my office, see the sky, chat with the cute barista, and be away from work.
Always, the intention is to write.
Of course, after walking, chatting, and eating, not much time remains for writing. Depending on how long it takes to check Twitter, I usually have 10-30 minutes left.
I'm trying to practice starting.
Twenty minutes never feels like long enough to be worth it. Ten, even less.
In reality, it's just enough time to reacquaint myself with the story and pound out a few hundred words.
It's just enough time to skip the dithering and write the damn words, without worrying if they're good or bad.
But that's the hard part.
i've gotten into a nice little lunchtime routine here: i come here pretty much every day. sometimes (like today) i pack a lunch and buy a drink to go with it. sometimes i buy lunch. either way, i get to walk a few blocks from my office, see the sky, chat with the cute barista, and be away from work.
Always, the intention is to write.
Of course, after walking, chatting, and eating, not much time remains for writing. Depending on how long it takes to check Twitter, I usually have 10-30 minutes left.
I'm trying to practice starting.
Twenty minutes never feels like long enough to be worth it. Ten, even less.
In reality, it's just enough time to reacquaint myself with the story and pound out a few hundred words.
It's just enough time to skip the dithering and write the damn words, without worrying if they're good or bad.
But that's the hard part.