I once was a writer who wrote out of spite,
Converting the few free minutes
of long workweeks
into words.
That didn’t last.
I once was a writer who relied on a muse.
The words poured freely but rarely.
Rarer yet…
Then never.
And now I sit down
for a thousand
daily
words.
Time and again.
Habit and perseverance.
Grigory Lukin.com 