You postpone it for an hour longer.
And then an hour later comes, and you still don’t particularly feel like doing it. You know you won’t particularly feel like doing it another hour from now, but under the awful and backwards excuse of optimism you postpone it yet another hour more. And then when the time finally comes, you’ve exhausted yourself and it seems even harder to do than before.
I’m kind of sad I’ve fallen back into my old pattern of “write after the day is already over”. It constrains me time-wise, which constrains me quality-wise. When you turn it into this thing of hastily putting what the fuck ever down, of course it’s not going to stay enjoyable. Of course it’s not going to get you excited to sit down and do it right for once.
Soon. Hopefully. I also still have a technical migration to worry about.