My friend told me that every generation has to rediscover the wheel. We all think we independently reach conclusions that other eras have figured out or discarded long ago. Yesterday I discovered my wheel.
I didn’t want to finish my ATTN #5 review yesterday because I got stuck after about 200 words. Now, if this were an assignment I would power through and accept the mediocre prose or analysis and shrug that everything can’t be perfect. But I wrote that short piece for myself, so when I ran into the incomplete thoughts and imperfect words, I wanted to stop.
Enter the silly disclaimer at the top of the review. I know it shows a lack of confidence and might be non-essential to the reader, but that piece of expository information is for me, dear reader. For whatever reason, I needed to type that stupid thing out so I could tell myself that it was okay to be a little lost.
Right now, I just want to write everyday for no other reason than I want to get better at writing. I may repeat myself. I may write irrelevant boring self-indulgent prose for the first month, but dammit I got to start somewhere.