Breaking the seal

I've wanted to try daily writing for an impossibly long time, but the first words didn't want to be dragged out.

In my case, they were unstoppered by a day in London. I pinballed from train platforms to coffee shops, oblivious bustle all around me, far away from the furrowed-browed finger-pecking at Memrise HQ. That context-shift provided a firebreak from the quotidian, and I was finally in the mood to mentally roll up my sleeves and rub my hands together.

Writing's like peeing - once you break the seal, the words just spill forth all evening.

I was able to decant a dozen half-thoughts that I queued up like toy soldiers, to be birthed one by one over the following week. It's now rather fun to receive a blog post from my previous self every day.