Thought farts come easy. Long form essays are harder. Morning Pages come easier now. Writing publicly everyday sucks.
My notebook has not been written in much, over the last few months. Not even my daily calendar/log that I did for a while last year. Last week, I began (again) synthesizing and writing ideas out every day in it. A choice of color, fountain pens and otherwise, has made the exercise a joyous one. I captured many ideas from my various readings that otherwise would go into my sieve-like mind to be promptly forgotten. I have a bunch of ideas that are now visible at the turn of a page. They become jump off points to explore in my daily writing/reading – subjects that remain interesting enough to dig into a bit more detail, ideas worth thinking longer about.
The joy of discovering things has been wonderful, and so has the joy of forgetting and re-discovering things.