Samantha Laycock

Every January, creativity gets treated like a resolution. Write every day. Start the novel. Post consistently. Take yourself seriously as a writer and creative. And every year, by February, most of those plans quietly fall apart.

There’s a quiet kind of magic in the rhythm of fingers on a keyboard. One word becomes a sentence, a sentence becomes a page, and before you realize it, a story begins to take shape. What starts as fragments slowly forms a structure, page by page, block by block, until a book exists where there was once only an idea.

If you are here because you are also struggling with putting words on a piece of paper, know that you are not alone. Writing can sometimes feel pointless.