I hate writing. (All right, I hate everything, but I hate writing a lot.) Inexplicably, I chose a career which requires me to write as much as possible as often as possible (aka academia: publish or perish). What’s still a greater mystery, I started to blog so that I had to write even more.
Now I write all the time, unless I procrastinate. (That is, I procrastinate all the time, unless I write.) I’m semi-orgasmic when I actually achieve to write something. (I may or may have not been emitting satisfied purring noises after I’ve written and submitted for prospective publication a short academic paper today.)
Also today, more than three weeks into my What I Hated the Least Today project, I realised what I’ve done. (Why, yes, and why, no, I didn’t see it coming before.) I very much committed myself to writing a blog post every day. How did that happen? I must have had too much champagne when I started this. Also, I should be writing.