On Writing

The thing about writing for me is, it’s hard.* It’s hard in that it takes a tremendous amount of mental effort for me to crystalize my thoughts to a point where I am satisfied with the accuracy of the translation. I am not so meticulous when speaking aloud obviously, mostly because of practical time requirements. But when I produce a piece of writing, it’s a semi-permanent representation of my ideas, and that’s important to me. I genuinely care about the quality of my written words, and it actually pains me to share writing I’m not yet happy with.†

And so while I actually enjoy writing, I have generally done it very infrequently.  Aside from the mental tax, it also takes me a significant amount of time. Finding the phrasing, building the sentences, revising and recombining until it speaks true, I easily find myself lost in the process.

So one hope for this blog is to remedy this relationship I have with writing. If I just make myself post with some reasonable frequency, I’m optimistic that either it will start to come to easier, or I’ll start to lower my standards.

* Yeah, I know she said that.
† Which is why I will never, for the life of me, understand most youtube commenters.