Starting is hard, at least for me. Once I establish a routine and find the rhythm of something, I have no trouble keeping it up. Actually, once I've got a patern down it becomes harder for me to stop. But starting off: I'll do almost anything to get out of those first two or three attempts. Anyhow, I'll stop beating around the bush and tell you what I'm trying to tell you. I want to become a serial killer. No, wait. That's not right. Sorry, I'm writing this and watching Dexter as I write this.
I'm trying to get back into the habit of writing. It's one of those resolution things. I'm not too particular about what I write, just that I do it. (That might change once I get my momentum on. Given enough time, I might get around to that erotic zombie novel I've been thinking about all these years.) Three hours a week of writing; that's the plan. It seemed like a pretty small commitment when I made it, but it gets larger and larger the more I reflect on it. Beyond putting in the time though, the real thing that makes me want to avoid writing is that I feel like I don't a have a single idea in my head. I think (I don't know but I think) that the ideas will come out of the habit. I problem solve though writing better than I do through just thinking about stuff.
So... here's me, putting in my time. That's forty-five minutes accounted for. (Yes, for real: that took three quarters of an hour to draft. I am that slow.)