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…)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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

My writing feels like a dark tunnel, today. And I need to confess something. I haven’t even written anything for my book yet. My hope is that writing a blog about my day will fire up the muse and get the words

Goethe penned a fantastic quote (stuck on our refrigerator) which goes something like: Whatever you can do, or dream you can do, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Begin it now. * (* Turns out this may

Occasionally, I get headaches. Or stomach cramps. Or bizarre middle ear infections, but only in my left ear. Lately, I’ve had all three. This is a sign, to me, of something my soul needs to do that is being denied.