Day 13: Process

Day 13: Process

Writing for the last few days has been especially difficult for me. Sometimes the words just donโ€™t come and thatโ€™s not the best thing when you’re committed to posting daily. So I feel I need to talk through a bit of my process in order to process.

My day usually involves getting up at 5am and doing my regulars to get done. Shower is a good space to think creatively, so I let the juices flow – How am I feeling? Whatโ€™s on the news? Which flavor ice cream is the best? Who framed Roger Rabbit?

Get dressed, drink coffee, feed cats, drive, work (which is awesome by the way, check out arepp:Theatre for Life).

I grind at the office from 7:30 until 15:30 and make my way home. Trafficโ€™s a good space to think creatively, so I let more juices flow – Is there toilet paper at home? Can I use that as a prop? Will that make a good photo? Did I forget my earphones at work?

I get home to my kitties who demand love and attention. So itโ€™s rubs and foodies for them.

Itโ€™s 16:30. Ish. Itโ€™s blog time.

I concentrate the dayโ€™s creative moments and focus them into a topic. I get out my camera and think of how to best put the topic into a header image. I struggle to get the shot I want because Iโ€™m still learning and photography is hard and the light is disappearing and the times running out and Iโ€™m starting to panic.


I get a shot. Itโ€™s not what I pictured. But Iโ€™ll settle. (This takes at least an hour. Itโ€™s nearly 6pm.)

Laptop out. This is where it gets sticky. Moving from a visual brain space to writing mode takes time. So for the first twenty minutes Iโ€™m banging out paragraphs that read like it was written by Sunday. Sunday is one of my cats. Cats canโ€™t write. Theyย just walk all over the keyboard. (You see where Iโ€™m going with this?)

Eventually the words come together. But theyโ€™re uncomfortable. Because putting some of your most intimate fears and struggles onto paper means having to rehash and channel those moments again, and that sucks. While I am someone who needs to process aloud, I usually do this with close friends I know and trust. Itโ€™s a very different experience when itโ€™s online in public. So itโ€™s hard.

With time, the paragraphs form and the piece takes shape. I sign off with the Black Heart and take a short break. Itโ€™s 8pm.

A quick cup of tea and Iโ€™m in editing mode; reading, sifting, adding, reading, checking, deleting, linking, reading, re-reading, re-reading. Hopefully I manage to shape it into something ready for publishing the following day.

I give it a title.


Itโ€™s 9pm.

Rinse and repeat.

My days are almost entirely dedicated to work or a working process. It takes so much energy but this routine gives me powers. It allows me to share an experience and be a creative being simultaneously. Itโ€™s storytelling. And I love stories. And I hope you like them too.

While creating and curating this blog is incredibly affirming and invites a sense of accomplishment, Itโ€™s important to remember balance.

I read the hashtag again, and Iโ€™m reminded to take care of myself while blogging about taking care of myself.



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