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You may have noticed that this blog reads like a tug of war, or a rollercoaster ride. I’ve noticed that I’m oscillating between two versions of myself: The guy who loves to write and is so excited to have the privilege to do so; and the guy who doesn’t want to sit on the seat, caress

I missed my writing yesterday. Actually, I honestly didn’t miss it. I enjoyed not writing. I’m beginning to think that this Every Single Day thing might not be the best idea. (But still, Seth does it, so it must be good…) But I broke that good-old commitment to doing something every single day. Yet, I wonder

I really didn’t want to write tonight. But, turtle steps and all that. So I wrote a few hundred words, picked a picture of a storm, and posted a blog. Job done. Back to the book I’m reading, and back to bed. And what about the title: Rain In My Soul…? Just a bit of

I learned a new saying a few days ago, and it wasn’t until I sat down to write tonight, that I was struck by how perfect it is. “Turtle steps.” Next week we’re working at an Indigenous school in West Arnhem Land in the Northern Territory. The Principal explained to Bel that the whole community works

Tonight I felt completely like not writing. But since the practice has become more habit and less conscious choice, I started anyway. I learned tonight – again – that the hardest step is the first one. Typing the first sentence in a new chapter is often, for me, the mental equivalent of bench pressing ones

I’m intentionally keeping today’s entry brief: I wrote 500 words towards my book. I am enjoying the process of writing more and more. Progress is being made every day. Of this, I am very proud. Now, I’m gonna bugger off and watch a movie with my wife. With love, Israel. xo  

Today has been a cruisy one. We had a delightfully lazy start, despite the fact we were moving on again. We relocated to Darwin, setup the bus, and went for a swim. I’ve just finished a relaxed effort of 500-some words added to my book, and watched the kids and Bel splashing around in the

For the longest time, especially during my worst depression, I just couldn’t seem to find any balance in my life. I would oscillate wildly between full-on work, then full-on fitness training, then full-on creative projects that earned no money, then full-on stress about no money, then full-on mad working again to make more money, and

It’s true. All I wanted to do tonight, instead of writing, was sleep. We hiked with the kids through Litchfield National Park for most of the day. We swam in waterholes, jumped off rocks, and let waterfalls cascade over our shoulders. It was bliss. And then, tonight, the resistance struck. We ate dinner and all

Things that are worthwhile rarely happen instantly. They take time to grow and develop. At least, that’s what is going through my mind as I continue the journey of writing this book. I added another 500 words to the book’s total tonight, and ticked off another chapter as completed. (Pending edits, obvs.) There are still

I’ve noticed a shift in how I’m feeling about the act of writing. For starters, I’m getting more excited each day about my writing time. I’m no longer resisting sitting down to write. Instead, I feel increasingly drawn to it, like it’s a special bit of “me” time. I’m even starting to feel like writing

It was bound to happen, I just didn’t expect it on the fourth day. I broke my commitment. I didn’t write at all yesterday. Not on the blog, not in my journal, not in my manuscript software. Wanna hear my reasons? It was Mother’s Day, so I got up early-ish to prepare gifts and breakfast-in-bed. We spent