Sending my writing out into the world. . .
It feels a little strange. I’ve always written (well, except for some grim patches where I didn’t/couldn’t) to myself, in a way, or for myself, but then I always also felt a little like I was writing to something/someone/somewhere. So here’s a new way to do it.
I don’t know exactly what kinds of things I’ll be writing on yet. We’ll see, but I’d guess it might be a lot of reflections on the parts of life I find difficult and those I find thrilling, ideas and experiences and places I’d guess.
Writing has always been a clear conduit to what’s true for me (as opposed to a lot of the nonsense and distortion and chatter that passes for thinking in my little brain, which I find a rather challenging place to live, as you will no doubt notice). Writing helps me see more deeply into to world, soak up the pain and richness of it.
I don’t always feel that way, and of course it depends on the type of writing. Lots of writing tasks (as opposed to this free-form mode) have scared me, though not many do these days or I should say they don’t as much. Nothing like bounding right into the heart of the fire to burn off a layer of neurotic tendencies, nothing like a dissertation to force a person to cope with their anxieties. Not that I recommend this method to others, not in good conscience.
I have lots of good opportunities to talk with people (therapies of different sorts, recovery, my work friends, other friends) but there’s something different about this form.
I like it.
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