To sit down and do it. That is the single most difficult step in the act of writing. You can come up with countless ways of ignoring that pen & paper, that keyboard & screen. Why? Writing is good for me. I know that. It makes me happy, I enjoy doing it. But I still struggle to open my notebook and start putting ink on it. I had to force myself to write this. I was going to do it tomorrow. So I guess one conclusion I can get to from this is that it’s not always easy to do the things that bring us happiness, even if there’s nothing between them and ourselves. But it’s even harder to live with the guilt of not having tried.