Writing

I figure that every once in a while, it is quite possibly worth my time to reflect on writing in general and perhaps my own writing, specifically. This morning, I started writing the story of one event in my life, and I realized that this is probably the first time in several years that I am writing something that I will seriously go back to on a regular basis and re-write or proofread.

So why would I do that? Because this is something that I want to get out, I want to write it and I want to write it well. The ideas in my mind are not enough to properly cover it, I want to be able to express it in words. I want it to be perfect, because that is the sort of treatment such ideas deserve, in my opinion at least.

I've also noticed lately that in several months of blogging every single day, I probably have no more than ten really good entries that I can say I am proud of. Regardless, I still think that the experience has been worth it. Not only does this oblige me to take several minutes every day to reflect on my life and the world around me, but it also allows for such posts to come out on occasion, whereas otherwise they would never have made it out of my head.

My thoughts are perhaps a bit scattered at present, and I am not able to devote as much care and attention to this subject as I may wish, but the fact remains that I have covered most of what I had meant to in this post, and now feel free to move on to the other pressing matters of my life. Here's hoping for more good posts in the next several months.