(no subject)
somehow, all of the As and Bs and impeccables and excellents never add up to what they need to be to keep my satisfaction at an adequate level.
added in with the comfort of meticulous prose, it will do.
but right now, those words are for someone else.
Writing is breathing. Involuntarily, yet focused in a wry form.
At least, it should be as easy.
(coming from a writer who hasn't figured out the depth of diction. pitiful, i must say, and i will hopefully admit to the horror soon enough.)
added in with the comfort of meticulous prose, it will do.
but right now, those words are for someone else.
Writing is breathing. Involuntarily, yet focused in a wry form.
At least, it should be as easy.
(coming from a writer who hasn't figured out the depth of diction. pitiful, i must say, and i will hopefully admit to the horror soon enough.)