Why do I feel relief at publishing drafts to an archives blog that I don’t particularly intend to point anybody to? It’s one of the great mysteries of the creative process. I’m reminded of a story from Stephen Pressfield’s War of Art, where he describes being stuck for about 10 days, with the dishes piling up, and then eventually he sits at the typewriter, bangs out a couple of pages of nonsense, trashes those pages, and then notices his mood lifting, so much so that next thing he knows he’s whistling and cheerfully doing the dishes.
Ok this is so true. I feel like an absolute piece of shit when I spend my days doing nothing. But as soon as I write an absolute piece of shit code, or learn something new no matter how much trivial it is, I feel elated. There’s something magical in that git push origin branch-name.