Tired Thoughts on Writing and The Easy Way Out
When I was little, reading and writing were these beautiful challenging things. It was incredible to watch the many little letters or symbols form words, which in turn formed an entire story. It was amazing to see them all ravel together into something bigger. A little more effort and you could read a novel! Just a bit more and you could write your own! I was in love with words, with the challenge of trying to use these little letters to create something big anf beautiful. Weaving them together was like beading, or crotcheting. And then I got bored with beading and, crotcheing was just too hard. Reading was so easy, effortless, and writing was pretty simple. I loved it.
Now, I feel like I've fallen into this rythmn of just writing whatever comes out of me (this post for example). I've grown too comfortable with settling for easy words and phrases. I'm pushing myself to write more, to write faster, but not to write better. I'm hoping to change that this summer. I want my words to flow from my page. I want them to be fantastical and delicate and stunning and powerful. I feel like I'm preparing a really bad, watered-down version of everything that I'm trying to write.
Now, I feel like I've fallen into this rythmn of just writing whatever comes out of me (this post for example). I've grown too comfortable with settling for easy words and phrases. I'm pushing myself to write more, to write faster, but not to write better. I'm hoping to change that this summer. I want my words to flow from my page. I want them to be fantastical and delicate and stunning and powerful. I feel like I'm preparing a really bad, watered-down version of everything that I'm trying to write.