Process

One takeaway from my retreat weekend is this: write more. Here's what this looks like for me.
1. As soon as this decision is made, stop writing completely.
2. Tell someone you're going to write more.
3. Think about writing a lot.
4. Tell someone else you're going to start writing more.
5. Google: "How to write"
6. Find several promising articles about writing, leave them open for days, but do not read them.
7. Decide a dedicated writing space is needed, think about that for a while.
8. Drag a wambly old desk out of the garage, wipe the dust off it, and put it in the dedicated space.
9. Drag out an old laptop and breathe life into it. It's too slow to actually erase programs from — if you waited to clean it up, you'd never get any writing done.
10. Write a dumb listicle about not writing, and go sit on the couch.

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