I hate writing. I am trying to discover a love for it instead.
Don’t get me wrong, I love words, language, lyricism and so forth. It’s just that when faced with a blank page my brain seems to respond by trying to hide unconvincingly behind the nearest rock, not realising that the rock is (comically) too small to conceal it, such that bystanders look bemused and vaguely embarrassed on its behalf.
I believe that I think too much and write too little. I worry that I have never really learned how to apply my intellect. I hope that writing in a regular and structured manner will help me to make better use of it in future.
And I have edited this post ALREADY. Good grief.
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