I look at my ten year old son, who struggles a bit with maintaining his momentum in writing, and remember that I was exactly the same when I was his age. Trying to get to the end of a written word, let alone a sentence, before something else more interesting pops into your brain? Just too much concentration and patience needed.

By secondary school this had turned into an almost pathological hatred of essays. I took science and maths at A level to get out of writing any more text than I had to. I went to Warwick to study maths because that was hopefully even less.

Today…

• I’ve extended, subbed and polished a GDS Service Assessment report.
• I’ve written a ton of email.
• I’ve provided feedback to an old friend on their CV.
• I looked at some lyrics in Evernote
• There were probably some hopefully-wry asides on twitter.
• And now I’m writing  this.

These days, I can touchtype (which makes it faster) and I get paid for some of the words (the possible ending of which helps on the motivation front) but I still think I probably find it nearly as hard as I did back then.

So I do wonder quite how I ended up with this as my job.

And hobby.

I do writing for my job and hobby.

Writing.

All the words.

Writing the words.

Just keep writing the words.