A few thoughts about writing…unedited…

I didn’t set out to be a writer. It kind of fell into my lap during a therapy session.

“You see all that angst, Freeman? I want you to write it down, exactly how you feel, and write until there is no poison left in your heart.”

So, that’s what I did.

Somewhere along the way, I fell in love with writing. It helps me make sense of the craziness going on in the world. Reality can suck at times, but writing helps me express my thoughts on it.

Except for yesterday.

I’ve scrubbed The Walk the past few days, it’s the darker side of A Walk in Darkness, and I could not believe the number of mistakes I’d made in writing it. When I finish a piece of writing, I let it sit for a while and then run it through Pro Writing Aid or the Hemingway Editor.

Both are great pieces of software. But I didn’t use either with The Walk. Everywhere I looked yesterday, all I saw were mistakes. I chastised myself in the busy chambers of my mind.

“Dear God, you’re a horrible writer! It looks like an idiot wrote this crap!”

It’s pretty bad when you embarrass yourself. As I looked over The Walk and made changes, I felt embarrassed. Then, I realized that this was the whole purpose of editing. There’s no immaculate ‘rough draft’ or a perfect piece of writing.

So, if you’re beating yourself up, like I did myself yesterday, don’t worry. It’s part of the process. Grab the biggest coffee cup you own, fill that baby up, and grab your eraser.

Every work of art gets scrubbed, so that it may reach its full potential.

You’ve got this.

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