Sitting down to write every day is, for me, usually preceded by about two hours of mental tug-of-war, during which I try to think of every possible way to delay sitting down to write. Sometimes I even clean my room--voluntarily!--just to gain a few extra minutes.
It's not that I don't love writing. I do, I guess. It's more like I need to do it, the way that other people need to, I don't know, talk to their parents or be outside or sing in the shower or whatever it is that gives people meaning and joy. But I also love running, and it's still frigging hard to lace up my shoes every day...I know that once I start I'll be happy, and once I'm finished I'll be really happy, but taking those first few steps basically drains me of willpower.
So today: Eggs. Definitely eggs. Then writing.