On Writing

Writing has always been something aspirational for me. Unlike pottery, painting, or other more tangible creative pursuits, writing has always seemed magical in the way that beauty is created from nothing.

But there’s always friction. When I scrawl something in my notes for inspiration, it feels embarrassing later on. When I go to write, my tools aren’t good enough, and I get stuck looking for a better/more efficient/more durable way to write and organize my thoughts.

I don’t think that’s terribly healthy. I write basically anything in my journal; maybe I need to have the same approach to writing blogs like, this or like fiction.

So: if you’re finding my inane writings, known that inanity is kind of the point with this blog. Maybe there’ll be something interesting along the way, but– no promises.