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Part of a new plan.
Write something. Anything. Post it, no matter how lame it it.
Introspection is probably bad for my soul. Mostly because I'm thinking that the answers that I come up with in such soul searching aren’t the type of answers I want at all.
Lately, I've been thinking that I hold myself to unreasonable expectations when I write. It doesn't matter what I'm writing, either. Anything from a journal entry to a new scene in my book. I'm never satisfied with it. It's not perfect. It rambles. It doesn't say what I want it too. It has no heart. It's just like a million other things out there. It's says too little. Or worse yet, it says too much. It's whiny, it's needy, it's a blatant example of someone who has no original thoughts in her head trying to sound clever, which she isn't.
Setting aside the truth -- of lack of -- in all that, I'm left with the question: Do I judge other people's writings as harshly as I judge my own?
I'd say no. Or I'd like to say no. No. I usually cut other people a lot more slack than I'll cut myself.
If I read a post about how someone is having a hard time creating something, I don't see a self-righteous statement calling for others to tell them how good they are. Yet, it doesn't take much for me to see that in my writing.
When I read other people fiction, I see the wonderful things that make it good fiction. When I read mine, I see uninspired words strung together in a laughable excuse for prose.
I suppose that's par for the course for anyone who writes or creates. I just don't want to be that person who snidely cuts apart any creative endeavor she runs across. Some two-bit gossip monger who can't see the good in the wonderful creativity around her. Waxing overly critical on one's own work is a vocational hazard, but maliciously judging other's work, that becomes something else entirely.
Of course, since I don't write anything lately, I guess I don't have to worry about that.
Heh.
There. I will post this despite the fact that I feel it is a complete and utter waste of bandwidth.
Pointless rambling.
But at least I wrote something, huh?
Write something. Anything. Post it, no matter how lame it it.
Introspection is probably bad for my soul. Mostly because I'm thinking that the answers that I come up with in such soul searching aren’t the type of answers I want at all.
Lately, I've been thinking that I hold myself to unreasonable expectations when I write. It doesn't matter what I'm writing, either. Anything from a journal entry to a new scene in my book. I'm never satisfied with it. It's not perfect. It rambles. It doesn't say what I want it too. It has no heart. It's just like a million other things out there. It's says too little. Or worse yet, it says too much. It's whiny, it's needy, it's a blatant example of someone who has no original thoughts in her head trying to sound clever, which she isn't.
Setting aside the truth -- of lack of -- in all that, I'm left with the question: Do I judge other people's writings as harshly as I judge my own?
I'd say no. Or I'd like to say no. No. I usually cut other people a lot more slack than I'll cut myself.
If I read a post about how someone is having a hard time creating something, I don't see a self-righteous statement calling for others to tell them how good they are. Yet, it doesn't take much for me to see that in my writing.
When I read other people fiction, I see the wonderful things that make it good fiction. When I read mine, I see uninspired words strung together in a laughable excuse for prose.
I suppose that's par for the course for anyone who writes or creates. I just don't want to be that person who snidely cuts apart any creative endeavor she runs across. Some two-bit gossip monger who can't see the good in the wonderful creativity around her. Waxing overly critical on one's own work is a vocational hazard, but maliciously judging other's work, that becomes something else entirely.
Of course, since I don't write anything lately, I guess I don't have to worry about that.
Heh.
There. I will post this despite the fact that I feel it is a complete and utter waste of bandwidth.
Pointless rambling.
But at least I wrote something, huh?
