This summer I started up a writing group. My advisor suggested I make opportunities for myself to practice writing. Like other pack animals, the best way for me to make a habit for myself is to be responsible for other people making that habit, so that's what I did. I bought a book with exercises to become a better academic writer and started meeting once a week with other GroupLens students. The book I got was full of great suggestions, but the main one was to... just write more, and often. ...Ugh, how could the author do that to us? Why can't I just perform a sacrifice and magically become a better human? Why can't I go to Starbucks, order something with caffeine levels that make the baristas cringe, lock myself in a room, and wait until I think of the perfect things to say and turn into the smartest, most interesting person that thinks in essays? Whatever. The end of the story is now I have to blog and I'm gonna say dumb things and nobody's gonna read. ...Waait. If nobody reads my posts then it won't even matter when I say the wrong thing. ...This will do.
Onward, friends, onward.