Attempting to write well when you can’t, is like attempting to carve an ice sculpture in the middle of this heat wave. Oh, and you don’t really know how to carve ice either.
At least three of my good friends desire to be writers. the good part for them is that they are naturally good writers. I write sentences like “The clouds today were dull and dreary.” They write sentences like “the sky was filled with the hope of new life for dry blades of grass – the sun was hiding but the grayness felt like a hallmark get well card from a friend you assumed was long forgotten.”
hmm, that sentence might actually pass as good! unfortunately i come up with sentences like that when i attempt to spoof good writing… they come up with them because they want to capture the moment in a way that inspires.
this creates a momentous obstacle for one whose audience is an audience of readers with high standards. i start looking through those high standards, adopting them as my own and trying to match them. i can’t, because i’m not a writer. or, i should say, i’m not a natural/practiced writer. i am amateur.
Amateur is my least favorite adjective, when applied to myself. fittingly, it probably is the most apt adjective when describing my relationship to my pursuits. I am not really an expert or professional in anything I do. The closes I would come to that is in Video Editing, but as with everything there is so much more that I don’t know than the amount I do know.
so this blog has actually become an exercise in overcoming otherwise likely futility. tell me you understood that sentence, please.
i am writing here, with no promise of an audience, in the mere hopes that i will practice writing and thus improve my skills thereof.
maybe one day the heat wave will pass and i’ll figure out how to carve an ice sculpture. maybe.
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