Friday, June 8, 2012
I'm debating creating accountability for writing by making this blog available through Facebook. I'm scared of writing accountability. I prefer a no-pressure, no-one-has-to-be-reminded-that-you-aren't-writing, I-only-write-when-I-feel-like-it, hardly-ever-post, private blog. My goal is not to get my name out there. I do not strive to be a great writer. Snap, I do not strive to be a writer. I like to write occasionally because I enjoy putting my thoughts, feelings, ideas on paper (screens) and because writing helps me to think logically. When I write, I frequently talk myself out of the excessive emotion that I am feeling and deal straight forwardly with truth, whether good or bad. When I'm sinfully frustrated, writing brings me back to the truth that I am a jerk and I need to change and with God's help, can change. When I'm passionately in love with love, writing reminds me of the beautiful reality of my life as it is. Writing helps me to stay content, to love my neighbor, to trust God, to be productive. Writing helps me maintain the priority of logical thought over the feeling of the moment. Well, not maintain, as I have already established that I do not write consistently, but rather return to every now and again. I blame my culture and my sin nature that I am so prone to using feeling as a trump card over reason and discipline. This is exquisitely illustrated by my inconsistent writing habits. Rarely do I feel like writing at a time when I can actually sit down and write. But I would profit by writing consistently and so as a discipline, I need to write. These musings are fine but we will see if practice proves me a disciplined, purposeful writer or a writer who is bound only to the whim of each moment, and therefore, a writer with nothing really to say.
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