honestly, this here entry is mostly to stave off journal deletion due to inactivity.
but it's also true that i've been thinking lately about what it is, what it means, what it can do for one to have a place to write down your thoughts. a few friends of mine have all launched blogs in the recent months, plus we're starting one up at work, and i have to believe that MORE writing will lead to...well...MORE writing, of ANY sort. and some of this writing might be of the kind that will keep me employed at my current place of business. (winkwinknudgenudgeWORKDAMMIT!)
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"not perfect, just written."
that was my mantra while i was penning the ol' dissertation. sticky note wisdom on the wall above my desk. just get it down on paper. it's always easier to go back and edit later -- the sentences don't have to be perfect at inception. that kind of thinking, that line-by-line word-crafting tedium, just encourages mental constipation. then before you know it, your writing rectum gets fearful of that giant, dry, painful blockage and refuses to open up. now there's a backup of thoughts that can't get out. boom. intellectual impaction. but this time there's no guy with a rubber glove to clear it out for you. just an inert mouse. a silent keyboard. a capped pen on the desk. so i keep writing -- THOUGH I HATE IT -- so that i don't forget HOW to write and don't become INCAPABLE of writing.
more some day when i'm feeling in need of a shit.
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