I'm a little surprised with how hard it has been to write everyday, and I imagine it's only going to get harder. While I keep jotting little notes and things down, I'm not sure I want to write about any of them. So, I have a plethora of topics, but none that I really feel like developing. This is not a good sign where there are still 17 days of writing left. On the bright side though, Turkey Day (a.k.a Elf Day, a.k.a Egg Fest) should provide a fair amount of fonder for the last week or so, whether it be reminiscing about old times, thoughts about friendships, distance, and time, or just the ridiculousness of 5 dozen deviled eggs.
Of course, I still need to get there, and that's still a good dozen days out. The low hanging fruit has been picked, and now we get to the part where this is work. It's always been a commitment - I've made the effort to write before going out, while I'm out, or dedicated time specifically to writing. Now, as the ideas / topics become sparser, I have to work harder. I also have vague ideas of things I do want to write - whether they be reflective pieces, essays, opinions, etc, but for some reason they're not fleshing out quite the way I imagine them in my mind.
I think I'm going to have to dedicate some time this weekend to writing, and forcing myself to flesh out some of these ideas. I may not get a backlog of complete entries, but I'll have stronger foundations to write from, not just a few clips and phrases.
