Saturday, February 25, 2012
I've never really treated this like a real blog. It started out as something reminiscent of a livejournal, and these days it basically reads like a manic-depressive's notebook.
Which is because that's really what it is.
I'm a better talker than I am a writer. Partly because I'm out of practice, and partly because most of the time I can't keep my thoughts collected long enough to write them down. I think about 1 & 1/2 - 2 times faster than I type. And if I write them down the old fashioned way, by the time I get it typed up I don't agree with/like what I wrote.
Mood effects writing in weird ways.
Both the writer's mood and the reader's mood effect the piece. Both the way the idea is conveyed and the way it is received. I'd try to elaborate, but I can't. In a very literal sense, I know very little about what I'm talking about.
That last sentence was to prove a point. I'm not entirely sure, however, what that point was.
Most of what I write gets trashed before it's finished. Because I get stuck. I start focusing on the writing, and not the thought. And then the thought flutters away.
It's taken me somewhere between 30 minutes and an hour to get this far. And this is not a well-structured or informative...well, anything.
It's me explaining why I don't write more often than I do. Which is funny, because the piece in itself is a better explanation than the words are.
Which is because that's really what it is.
I'm a better talker than I am a writer. Partly because I'm out of practice, and partly because most of the time I can't keep my thoughts collected long enough to write them down. I think about 1 & 1/2 - 2 times faster than I type. And if I write them down the old fashioned way, by the time I get it typed up I don't agree with/like what I wrote.
Mood effects writing in weird ways.
Both the writer's mood and the reader's mood effect the piece. Both the way the idea is conveyed and the way it is received. I'd try to elaborate, but I can't. In a very literal sense, I know very little about what I'm talking about.
That last sentence was to prove a point. I'm not entirely sure, however, what that point was.
Most of what I write gets trashed before it's finished. Because I get stuck. I start focusing on the writing, and not the thought. And then the thought flutters away.
It's taken me somewhere between 30 minutes and an hour to get this far. And this is not a well-structured or informative...well, anything.
It's me explaining why I don't write more often than I do. Which is funny, because the piece in itself is a better explanation than the words are.
Friday, February 24, 2012
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