After 280 days of daily writing, I'm finally starting to feel I develop an inner daemon for the craft.
It's hard during the first weeks. You run out of ideas and you feel like giving up the streak. Self-doubt takes over. The words are not bleeding, but they bleed you.
It gets easier. You become more mindful of your acts and surroundings. Your writing muscles build up strength. You understand you are what you write and you write who you are. It will forever change you for the better.
The words have become nutrients. The pain is gone. The more I write, the more I want to write. It sustains my growth. Writing is slowly becoming my superpower to connect with others.
My mind is now fusing with ideas and I have to stop myself from writing too much to focus on making products.
That's a new problem: once you get used to generate ideas, you need to prioritize them. Yesterday I started a new series of blog posts where I explain how to implement a user story from a software design perspective. I have the updated version of my book Alter-Nomad to finish, rename, and publish. I have stuff to read and notes to make.
The writing journey is only beginning.