Writing is like forging a path through an area of Gibsons full of overgrowth, blackberry brambles and weeds. The first few trips are difficult as the brambles trip you, you stumble on broken sticks or get turned around thanks to a an inherited bad sense of direction. However, this shortcut becomes worn down, easier, one trip at a time until it is a winding track free of debris to your destination. The more it is used, the easier it is to be used.
What’s your writing ritual? Mine involves air guitar to Boston’s “More than a Feeling.”