Summary:
In which I learn the meaning and purpose of writing, and appreciate its role in my daily life.
Reflection:
As stated yesterday, yesterday was a day. And in that day, I made some headway. Going to snap pictures of the paper journal now. I put them at the bottom of this post.
Entry:
This morning I am going to write a little bit. I always look back at my past and try to "get back to it". I can't go back, and to forge a better future, I need to focus on the future desires and what I can do in the present to bring that future state about.
So, I will write, and toward insight and clarity, every day.
As I go along, I will try to learn how to improve my writing, through any number of techniques and books/information.
It may be difficult work, but it should be enjoyable, not drudgery. This is my desire.
Chained to a desk, but by personal choice this time... what would I want to say? What would I want to have said?
When it comes to work, I know what it is. I do. And I don't like it. But I want to do it for the sake of writing. What is that sake? - What does it mean?
Well, for starters, it means an audience. Someone might read this. That makes the approach slightly different than if I knew no one was going to read it. But these are the things:
1. an audience.
And in an audience there is a person, a single person for which I would choose to write.
Let me focus on that single person... what is their makeup? Who are they? What do they want, need, love, cherish, hate?
Wild and crazy.
My mind goes off in tangents, and I lose the line of the words. I will try to keep the line instead. I will try to keep the line.
There is much to do and see and be... these are the things - stick with them... over and over... and over.
