I’m borrowing Havi’s idea that she borrowed from a friend. I’m going to try to write every day and just save it in Word, the post them as I see fit. (I named the file Blog to Be) Some won’t make it to the blog reel. *shrugs* It’s a good habit, and it might make me say things that I was scared to say otherwise and then I’ll forget I said them by the time I publish the post. There are always things I want to say that don’t come out for one reason or another. I’m only human after all, and I’m always trying to expand my comfort zone.
Havi talked today about perfection striking while trying to blog. It made me a little more conscious of the annoying tendencies I have to make sure everything is spelled correctly and my grammar is far from reproach. It makes me roll my eyes even as I do it. I also want to format everything as I write instead of waiting till after. In Word I can’t write till I’m done and go back to edit, I can’t stand seeing the dumb red underlining even if it’s a proper noun and the damn spell check is retarded. I also edit things out. Things that I should probably leave in but my brain thinks they sound wrong. My brain likes to think I need to edit out things that I shouldn’t.
One of Havi’s commenters added a helpful little tip that was borderline epiphany for me: write with the “maze” writing technique, where you start from the end and work your way to the beginning. I suddenly had a flashback to all the stories I’ve ever tried to write and now I realize why I could never write a beginning.
*deep sigh* I feel a bit better now, like a little more of the firmament of mystery to life has been illuminated for me.
I got excited when I realized it was 11 am in California, and I went to call Joe, just to hear his voice and tell him I love him. I was immediately slapped in the face with the voice of Sprint telling me I have reached the PCS voicemail box of…….
*sigh* I want to know why stupid little things like that make me want to cry…
I used to be a very different person. I’ve been reflecting in this lately. I miss her.
She was less quick to excite. Things didn’t phase her. Things rolled off her shoulders like water from a duck.
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4 responses so far ↓
Havi Brooks (and duck) // November 4, 2008 at 3:58 pm |
Awesome. That’s so cool. I’m going to tell my friend — she’ll be thrilled.
And yeah, I write in TextEdit files because Word also makes me too self-conscious. It still picks up spelling but just doesn’t feel like I’m being *poked at* the same way.
Also, everyone says to write without editing and then edit later, but you know what? I like editing as I go. So like with all “expert advice”, take all of it with a grain of salt and go with what works, you know?
noexcusesbehavior // November 4, 2008 at 5:10 pm |
=) I appreciate you stopping by, and I really do feel poked at by Word. It’s so demanding when it thinks you spelt something wrong.
smlacyart // November 5, 2008 at 9:40 am |
The grammar bit annoys me more
I’m sorry, but I LIKE having dangling participles, thankyouverymuch. (Speak of the devil, my browser is telling me I spelt that wrong. And that “spelt” isn’t a word.)
noexcusesbehavior // November 5, 2008 at 1:56 pm |
*laughs* Ahhh modern technology. I think the word processor from 1995 didn’t even pretend to know how to spell, and we know Word 2008 can’t spell… I want to know why it pretends that it can.