today my head hurts. i blame the headband(s). today i also want to crawl in bed instead of doing the dishes or grading papers. i blame the world. for being too interesting, too mysterious, too challenging. not too--that implies excess and i don't want the world to be any less interesting, mysterious, or challenging. i do want to understand just a little bit better.
lately, i have learned some important things about what i hope from writing.
number 1: i want to be more honest.
number 2: i want to challenge myself more, instead of accepting the first line that comes out of my fingertips.
number 3: i want to write things that matter to me.
number 4: i want to be more deliberate in my craft. meaning i want my ideas to resonate with my style (once i get a style.)
number 5: i want to be more honest.
number 6: i want to be a more radical reviser.
number 7: i want to use writing to work through my own sincere questions.
i have so much more to say, but tonight it comes too slowly.
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number 8: I want to send more of my drafts and scribblings to my sister Marie.
i think about some of those things too, but i don't think i'm comfortable enough in my own skin to be more honest in my writing especially on a weblog.
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