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.
April 10th, 2005 at 4:59 PM
There is a gratuitous P.P. comment due here, but I’m not sure I can think of anything…
April 11th, 2005 at 11:37 AM
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.