When I moved to New Zealand last year I promised myself I would write more. After all, I’d have more time right? Especially when I first moved here and I knew I wouldn’t have a job straight away. I’d finish that journalism course I was halfway through, start my book* and get up to date on all the blog posts I have queued.
Did I hell.
Not really sure why. In the 5 months off I had plenty of time, but spending it out and about exploring, meeting people, keeping in contact with family and friends back in the UK and just trying to figure out my new life meant I just didn’t have the willing to write.
I’d try. I’d sit at my laptop but the words didn’t come.
Then I started working and I thought I’d get back into the stride of writing once I had a bit more routine. But then life fell apart a little bit and it was the last thing on my mind. Then I got busy with creating a new life and the weeks are now more like I’m used to, a little bit on the jam-packed side, and so the cycle continues.
BUT. I’ve promised myself I will write more now, even if it’s about crap that pops into my head. I’m not going to wait for a specific topic, or trip, or adventure, but also include the random stuff that comes in between all that.
You lucky, lucky people!
*I have actually started this, 10 adult points to me