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This blog is seven years old. As far as I know, nobody’s reading it, which is fine by me. There was a period when I even stopped, thinking I was wasting my time.
But after a break, I started back up. Here’s why…
Writing is like a muscle. The more you do it, the better and more fluid you become. Writing fiction (my chosen area of focus) is labor-intensive. One must constantly read and study craft. Editing isn’t just necessary; it’s a critical part of the process.
A book’s not a book until it’s been properly edited, or at least it’s not as good a book as it would be if it were.
That’s where this blog comes into play. This is all stream-of-consciousness stuff, just thoughts into words, one after another. Hopefully coherent, but it doesn’t really matter if they aren’t. There’s no editing here, just a daily exercise in putting some words down on a page and making the thing public.
Exercising a muscle. Brain to paper. Not overthinking it.
So when I sit down to write fiction, the neurological connections needed are sharp and fluid.