I’m a writer. I’ve been doing this now for quite a while, and still it’s easy not to write. I suppose some of it comes from the different kind of writing schedule I have compared to other writers. Many have stated that it’s important to be disciplined daily and write, even if it’s just a little. That’s never been me. I’ve been more of a binge writer, that being due mainly to the nature of the bulk of my free time coming at one time of the year. I might go a month or two without looking at my current novel, and then I’ll get in the zone and lock it down for a month straight and make miraculous progress.

Lately, I’ve been busy with life and work and everything else that keeps me from writing. Watching baseball, anyone? Today, I sat back down on Scrivener and checked in to the last two chapters of my newest novel which I had written back in February or March. I read through them, edited them, changed some wording, and found myself getting lost once again in the characters. I even started wondering where this was all going? I needed to find out.

That’s how I knew that writing season is upon me once more. There’s this underlying desire to create and build characters and storylines and I just need to know where it’s all going so that one day readers can do the same.

Yes, it’s easy not to write. It’s easy to make excuses. To get involved in other stuff. But writers will write. One way or the other. It feels good to be back at it. I’ll be doing a lot of writing over the next four months. Maybe it will be enough to finish this rather complicated novel of mine. But I’m not going to push it. I’ll enjoy the slow, incremental process because it’s all part of the creative journey.

It’s easy not to write. But it’s impossible to never write again. It always comes back around. I welcome it once again.