Three Days Off Writing and I Lose My Mind (and My Mojo)

There’s a rhythm to writing that’s hard to describe unless you’ve lived it. It’s not about flow, productivity, word count, or even deadlines; it’s about movement. That sense that your mind, even on a nature walk, is turning over, processing, sorting, sharpening. Even when the words don’t seem quite right, at least you know the engineContinue reading “Three Days Off Writing and I Lose My Mind (and My Mojo)”