Musings most horrid
I keep telling myself (and everyone willing to listen) that I want to improve as a writer. I know I do. I sincerely, truly want to but the fact of the matter is I have no idea how to go about this. Will writing the same things over and over and over make me a better writer at that specific thing? Or will forcing myself out of my comfort zone be more beneficial? Will trying a different point of view when writing expand my horizons?
Or will I inevitably just end up crashing and burning, forced to crawl out of the wreckage, and emerging as a broken monstrosity of my former self with nothing to show for it except crudely banged out pieces?
I really don't know. I haven't the slightest clue. Have I improved? Have I worsened? Have I developed predictable catch phrases, made use of certain terminologies so often they might as well be my slogan? Did my writing become better but at the cost of my ideas? Or are my ideas lame to begin with and my writing just made them tolerable?
Do I tell too much? How do I stop myself from telling? How do I show? How often should I show? I need a map. I need a plan. I need something to quantify my development, and fuck it's only March and already I feel like I've done nothing but waste time and bandwidth with these inane ramblings. They accomplish nothing!
There is no insight gleamed, no point made, no anecdote to share. Just. Words. And Emo. I blame work. I blame being a technical writer who is required to tell every fucking thing because we dare not risk another human being's life. How am I to keep such mechanical stylings from impeding, or worse strangling, organic creativity?
The fault lies within myself, obviously. Or maybe it's just my hormones making me feel like this?
Or will I inevitably just end up crashing and burning, forced to crawl out of the wreckage, and emerging as a broken monstrosity of my former self with nothing to show for it except crudely banged out pieces?
I really don't know. I haven't the slightest clue. Have I improved? Have I worsened? Have I developed predictable catch phrases, made use of certain terminologies so often they might as well be my slogan? Did my writing become better but at the cost of my ideas? Or are my ideas lame to begin with and my writing just made them tolerable?
Do I tell too much? How do I stop myself from telling? How do I show? How often should I show? I need a map. I need a plan. I need something to quantify my development, and fuck it's only March and already I feel like I've done nothing but waste time and bandwidth with these inane ramblings. They accomplish nothing!
There is no insight gleamed, no point made, no anecdote to share. Just. Words. And Emo. I blame work. I blame being a technical writer who is required to tell every fucking thing because we dare not risk another human being's life. How am I to keep such mechanical stylings from impeding, or worse strangling, organic creativity?
The fault lies within myself, obviously. Or maybe it's just my hormones making me feel like this?