I write down the things I’d like to write about and put them on post-its. I stick them on the desk with the thought that I’ll cross them off and throw them away.
Now, they’re everywhere. On the desk. In my journal. In my day planner. At work. I found one in my wallet yesterday.
I think I’d like to sit somewhere for a month and just write. Write out every last idea until there’s nothing left to say. Then start again with a blank slate.