Category: writing

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Scapepost

After putting out a big post that took an extended period of time to write, I’ve found myself in a bit of a writer’s bind.

I’d get on the train, hang the helmet on the bike, stow the bike in some immobilizing position, remove my gloves, keep them in the bag, pull out the laptop, and start hammering away on the keyboard.

I only get as far as 3 sentences before the critic in me kicks in – the subject matter is boring, no one’s going to like this, are you sure you know what you are writing about, and the clincher – it’s not as good as that last one.

Stopped short, never to go again.

So here is a scapegoat post to reset the bar, crucify the critic and afford a fighting chance for all the posts that have yet been conceived.

Boredom lays in the mind of the consumer. I’m never going to get it absolutely right, and I’ve yet to produce my best work.

So there. Let’s get on with writing.

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The In’s and Outs of posting daily

It’s the cyberspace equivalent writers block when one has to succumb to blogging about blogging, but I charge you to bear with me, there is insight to be found in this.

This has gone on for a month now – my little attempt to post something at least once a day. I didn’t really think either of these would happen, that I my daily blogging efforts would last this long, and that I would run out of things to write about.

I direct your attention back to a post that I made two weeks ago on Reflection where I detailed the idea of an input and an output of a person. I’ve come to conclude that in order to produce meaningful output, one needs input, and above that, one needs to engage the painstaking process of curation at that end.

Needless to say, I haven’t been quite so diligent with my input. One could say that I’ve been writing out of my reserves – latent thoughts that have gone stale, and perhaps a little unpalatable.

Consider this a lesson learned.

So here’s to a second experiment in writing – where mindful input hopefully leads to meaning writing.

Thank you for keeping with me.

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Where the writing happens

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It’s become something of a daily routine. Ride to the station, look for the yellow lines on the platform (they tell you where the major carriage breaks are), and board one of the edge cars.

Park the bicycle, wake up laptop, fix up tethering. Refrain from hitting up the slippery slope that is Hacker News, pull up the my text editor, and start writing for my life. Funny how writing doesn’t require an active Internet connection, but I can’t settle in until I know that I’m connected.

Still a struggle some days, like today. It took a picture to get things going.

Thank you for keeping on with me.