I inevitably hate every thing I write. Thoughts that seem alright in my head become awkward and trite on the page. Yet I keep writing them. Probably because it helps me to think. Once a thought is out there, written down, I can look at it and see it for what it is.
Writing a thought down seems to be the best of way of checking if I understand it. It’s easier to overlook mistakes in logic, or fuzzy thinking while it’s bouncing around my skull. But on the page it’s bare – and fixed. I’ve produced it, I'm responsible for it.
Of course I can change your mind, and once I’ve written some I always do. As soon as I write something, I no longer seem to agree with it. I don’t like it. It doesn’t seem like something I’d say … it’s not what I intended to say.
And then I feel embarrassed, and wish I’d never written anything at all, and get the urge to delete everything I’ve ever written.
But how else would I learn?
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2 comments:
And yet you published this post, and I liked it.
You need to slap your anxiety around some, make it call you Mistress and get down on all fours. Make it worship you. Punish it.
Thanks :)
I do try to beat it with a big stick by doing all the things it tells me not too ... but sometimes that only seems to give it more food to grow on. Ah well. It's been my boon companion for all these years, I guess I wouldn't be me without it.
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