A few months ago, the pattern was clear: I was forcing myself to write more and more. It took me some time to realize a few things.
First, quantity often comes with a quality trade-off. That alone was a sign that writing is something that naturally comes, that follows one's own desire to express feelings or make ideas feel concrete.
And once I realized this quality drop, I had to ask: who am I even writing for? The answer is quite simple actually: I'm writing mainly for myself. The goal here is to give space for my ideas and feelings. Those two things are very volatile; they're far from something you get at a regular pace. Ideas pop in your mind randomly. Feelings disappear as quickly as they appeared. Writing needs to follow that rhythm, not the other way around.
Many writers believe routine writing generates ideas. That those come during work, not beforehand. I totally see their point, but for me, forced sessions produce posts that feel hollow and never quite right. I like things that change, always evolve and stay spontaneous. This article is no exception.