Mushbrain

It’s funny how much changing one habit—especially when it’s one of those lynchpin habits—changes your whole orientation to time and to the universe.

This week, I’m house-and-dog sitting for a friend of mine. I decided to use the change of venue as a way to change how I go about my day.

Namely: make a dedicated time for writing.

It’s been “writers retreat” this week, which has been great.

The downside is that I haven’t written this much, this consistently in a very long time. Not even last summer, when I decided to write a romance novel to see if I could (yes, it happened; no, I will not share).

Normally, I’d use YouTube as a way to crash out. Support an indie creator, learn something, get entertained, turn my brain off for a while. But since I’ve started using YouTube as a giant time-sink and excuse for not getting things done, I cut it out for Lent.

Which brings me to now. I’ve already written a bunch of pages today. An hour in the morning (although that also includes reading some scripture), between journaling and my writing project. Another 45ish minutes tonight. Plus whatever writing I did at work, and the writing I’m doing now.

I love words, but I don’t want to look at another word.

Brain mush. Mushbrain.

It’s great.