Committing to a daily writing habit seems simple enough. That is until I tried it.

I often find myself forcing things for the sake of getting words on the page and end up writing run-on sentences just to reach my self-dictated word count.

Most days I have a thought that I can follow and make something out of.

On other days, I’m exhausted. The creative juices aren’t flowing.

I stare at the screen blankly and slap the keys haphazardly with my fingers.

And sometimes it’s enough to snap me into a place where, ever so temporarily, I feel the urge to keep typing.

But not tonight.

Tonight I rest.