Guys, I’ve got nothing. Nada. Zero. Zilch.
It's a gloomy, rainy day here in my city—it has been since last week, actually. Normally, I gain so much inspiration from the rain. (Quick side note: Did you know what a pluviophile is? According to Dictionary.com, it’s someone who finds joy and peace of mind on rainy days. I’ve been this way all my life and hadn’t realized there was a whole community of people who loved the rain just as much as I do! I was so ticked after discovering this term.) But for some reason, I just can’t connect with writing today.
I’ve got my writing project pulled out on one side of me and my journal for scribbles on the other, yet still, nothing.
Maybe I’ll brainstorm more ideas for new scenes in my story or work on character development for the female lead. Perhaps I'll journal a fond memory with my mom or simply free-write about not writing. Maybe that's exactly what I’m doing now, stalling—procrastinating.
The bright side? This post still counts as me writing. So I’ll take it. I know that every day will not be easy, inspiring, or fantastic. Each writing day is different. And this writing day is slow. And that’s okay. I’m still on my writing journey, and I’m still writing.
I can't write every day either. The journals will still be there tomorrow.
Even on the slow days, showing up matters and you did just that. Sometimes honoring the pause is part of the process. This post is proof that writing through the fog still counts. Keep going!