Sometimes, when I sit down to write, all I can think of is me, writing. When that happens, I usually don't end up writing anything, preferring instead to distract myself with Reddit, Facebook, or the world news I find in both places. For, like, hours.
Other times, I sit down to write and manage to forget about myself sitting down to write. Cool things end up happening after that -- I think of plots, wordplay, characterization. My characters, and oh how I love their pitfalls and redemptions. I go back in time and feel what 14 years old felt like, and I take those things and bring them to my notebook, who is always elated to get physical contact.
When I think of myself writing, I subconsciously elevate the importance of the act to a pedestal I can't reach; I defeat my pen before I pick it up.
When I forget about what I'm doing, everything seems so much less important; there is infinitely less pressure, and the page turns into a valuable playground that must never know what it's worth.
Other times, I sit down to write and manage to forget about myself sitting down to write. Cool things end up happening after that -- I think of plots, wordplay, characterization. My characters, and oh how I love their pitfalls and redemptions. I go back in time and feel what 14 years old felt like, and I take those things and bring them to my notebook, who is always elated to get physical contact.
When I think of myself writing, I subconsciously elevate the importance of the act to a pedestal I can't reach; I defeat my pen before I pick it up.
When I forget about what I'm doing, everything seems so much less important; there is infinitely less pressure, and the page turns into a valuable playground that must never know what it's worth.
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