My blog descriptor says ‘Educator, Librarian, Writer’. It’s difficult to write – the hardest thing in the world, some writers would say… and yet the easiest task to do as well, just sitting and writing. But it’s the writing of GOOD words which is difficult. The editing that goes on in the head as you write, the ‘boy oh boy this sentence is awful’ echo chamber that persists in whispering no matter how many times you mentally silence it, ask it to politely shut up, yell at it, ad infinitum.
And it’s crucial to do so. It’s not possible to edit as you draft, not effectively, anyway. You have to get the ideas out first, all of them down on paper or onto the screen, before you can decide which is good and which not so good, which needs refnining and which need discarding.
And then editing! That spectrum between the raptures of joy and the awfulness of drudgery, from the excitement of crafting your words into something amazing to the growing horror of realisation that there’s no way this thought should ever see the light of day. ‘What will people think of me?” “What does this say about the person that I am?” “They’ll see how pathetic this is and won’t like me anymore!” “Will they like this as much as I do?” “What if it’s awful and I just don’t know it?” “Will they tell me? DO I even want them to?”
Well, that’s my rant for today. My writer’s group started back this week, and I drafted it during our writing time. And a good use fo time it was!