Concentration and Heartbreak

Trust me. They don’t go together like a horse and carriage.

I’m continuing work on the third issue of *Hard Time: Season 2* tonight. Certain characters in the story are, fleetingly, reminiscent of someone whom I’d just as soon expunge from my memory forever.

Should I be saying this publicly — even in terms so vague as to be meaningless to most of you?

In working on this journal, I’m discovering that I not only need to habituate myself to writing again, I also need to regain a level of comfort with words. I need to give myself permission to be fearless, to let the words and ideas flow unimpeded.

So maybe the emotional content can’t and shouldn’t be edited out, even from a journal entry the whole world can read and snicker at. Maybe the *dis*comfort level is important, too.

I used to know this stuff.

Have a nice weekend.

2 Responses to “Concentration and Heartbreak”

  1. Dave Medinnus Says:

    There is a gratuitous P.P. comment due here, but I’m not sure I can think of anything…

  2. James Hudnall Says:

    The best writing is stuff that’s painful for the writer to open up about.

    But I know what you mean about blogging. It really gets you to exercise those prose muscles that got flabby.