Just write, stupid...

I just need to write. I just need to get back to doing this regularly. I have so many topics that I want to write about, but ever since dealing with my depression for a number of years, the simple act of sitting down and writing has seemed truly daunting.

That’s the truly evil trick of depression, which I’ve mentioned in the past. It takes the things that you would use to combat it away from you. I’m a writer, it has always been what soothes me. Depression gives me writers block.

Now that I’m slowly working my way out of depression, thanks in large part to therapy, in another large part to those friends who have supported me all along, and in some small part to me just doing the mental work to get my shit together, I finally want to start writing again.

The task still seems daunting, simply because I haven’t been writing regularly in a few years. So how to break that cycle, and get myself in front of a keyboard again?

Well, my challenge to myself this year was to read 50 books. After plowing through 35 books in under 5 months, I revised that to 75-80 books for the year. And I thought to myself, hey, let’s write about the books. Not like a book report or anything, more like, just giving you my thoughts.

I’ve been breaking the books down into groups of 20, just to make it easier to keep track of my progress. But I also thought that it would be a good number to write up in a blog, and that way even if I’m still not ready to fully dive back into my writing full-time, I have something to get down every couple of months.

So, that’s my plan. I’m going to start by telling you a little bit about the first twenty books I read this year. And hopefully, with fingers crossed, I’m going to have that lead me into writing more often about all types of things. Because I do have so many MANY topics running through my head.

Thanks for reading. I hope to be here more often.