I don’t write much anymore.
I’m not sure why.
Sometimes I feel like the process of writing itself is unhealthy for me. I always just want to be done. I’m impatient to get to the next idea, the next word, the next paragraph. I rush myself in an effort to just get it done.
I write and just blauurgh out on to the page and press publish. I don’t want to order my ideas. I don’t want structure. I don’t want to review. I just want to do total stream of consciousness and then forget it. I just want it done.
But that’s not really a good way to write.
When I’m walking or in the shower or doing something with my hands, the ideas flow and the words form in my head, but translating them to the page seems difficult.
And yet writing has always been therapeutic for me. Get it out of my head where it just bounces around. Writing it down makes me form the idea, makes me make it cohesive, makes it gone so I can move on.
So maybe all I need to do is slow down. Use fewer words. Just better ones.
