When I was taking a writing class in college my professor would tell us to write, not stopping, for at least 30 minutes. Write even if it was terrible. Even if you knew that you’d never read it again, or anyone else would ever want to read it. Write without ever letting your pen stop moving. When you got stuck, write it, “I’m writing and I have nothing to stay. I am out of ideas…”
And eventually you start writing something without even thinking about it. Something great and wonderful that really reflects how you’re feeling.
So that’s what I do here, I write for my own sake. Even if it’s terrible and random and makes no sense to anyone but me. Because the more I do it, the more therapeutic it is.
But sometimes it’s total shit.