Morning Pages | 5 November 2026

I’m glad I gave myself some time to write this morning. And now it’s 11:05. How do I achieve my goals today? I keep going on about how I’m going to say, ‘not today’ to the feeling of resistance, and yet all too often it wins. I write about how it’s not real; it has power only if I allow it—and yet I keep allowing it. Why is that?

So, two pages today. It was going well and I had more to say.

Listopad is Ukrainian for November; and the Polish word, too. And I’m sure in other Slavic languages. It’s the perfect word for it: literally, leaf fall.

It really was lovely outside, writing in an autumn-coloured ink as the leaves were falling around me. I had a visit from both cats as well. These are moments to treasure, just little every day moments that are all too easily forgotten.