Today is the first day of autumn, which I decided to make special. I’ve started a new life thousands of times, so it’s no wonder it happened again.
Apart from this particular “hobby,” I have a penchant for experiments and challenges. Therefore, I’ve set my sights on adopting two habits simultaneously to enhance my commitment to my writing journey. It’s quite straightforward: I kickstart each day with an hour of writing, followed by an hour dedicated to my blog. This means I’m investing two productive hours in honing my writing skills.
I won’t be providing daily updates on my blog, as I did during the writing marathon. However, I’ll sporadically share posts about my progress, especially if my “pen-to-paper” sessions evolve into stories, brief sketches, or photo stories.
Currently, I’m immersed in a substantial piece that has been percolating in my mind for several months. Even without physically writing a word, I’ve been crafting the characters and plot within my thoughts. The morning ritual should serve as the driving force that translates these musings into written words. Although I’m not entirely sure whether I’ll start writing my novel immediately, given the pressure and responsibility associated with my inaugural major project, my desire and persistent thoughts fuel my ambition.
The ongoing war has unquestionably influenced my writing journey (and my blogging too). Throughout the winter and spring, I focused on work, which involved writing and publishing. However, it’s challenging to classify it as a full-time endeavor, given my six-month preparation for active war participation.
I’ve made multiple attempts to broach the topic in my blog, but I struggled to express myself. I wasn’t ready. Instead, I trained myself physically, prioritized my health, delved into war theory, and addressed the psychological aspect.
I’m not among those who impulsively, selflessly and heroically did rush to the front lines at the onset of a full-scale invasion. I have my own path, the shades of which I continue to paint even a year later.
Profound transformations are underway, and I struggle to fully grasp them. Various factors influence my state of mind, causing each morning to feel different despite apparent clarity. One thing remains certain: my direct involvement in the war conflict is imminent.
It could happen next week or several months from now. My determination to conquer the enemy is unwavering, and will last more than one lifetime.
Today, I’m battling my habits. I’m discarding some of them and inviting new ones to join me for my morning coffee.
Today, while I have the time and opportunity, I want to create. I began my day with an hour of writing, composing a story and an unfinished photo story. Now, I continue with an hour of blogging—an introspective diary, recognizing that it might not pique anyone’s interest but serving as therapy that wards off boredom, mundanity, and emptiness.
This autumn holds immense significance, perhaps the most pivotal season of my life. And I’m commencing it just as I wish to begin every day: with writing and coffee.
These two hours pass by unnoticed, enveloped in their enchantment and intimacy. They’ve become mine, where time morphs into words and thoughts dance upon the keyboard’s whispers.
The past few weeks have felt like a writer’s block, despite my efforts. I haven’t felt like a full-fledged writer. It’s a situation I’m determined to rectify because I have an obligation to release the characters imprisoned within my imagination.
I have no right to confine these narratives within me, because they belong everyone.
