One of those days where the things happen and the things don’t happen. Currently I’m listening to people talk and I’m trying to listen and write at the same time. It’s an interesting experience and one I’ve done before, though not for a while and so I want to see what comes forward. I wanted to see what comes out.

Writing can be about so many different things and it has so many processes and approaches and all of those things. How can one sound influence writing in a way that another sound doesn’t?

Doesn’t matter at this point as I’ve exited the conversation. Still is something I think about.

When I think about writing, I think about the act of writing. The process. Going through it all, finding what works and what doesn’t. Ordering words in a way that makes sense. But who does it make sense to?

Writing is as difficult as it is easy, and it can swing around at any time. Sometimes writing can hurt because it depends on what you put down. It depends on what you’re willing to put down, and I don’t know how much people think about this. There are a lot of things to think about when it comes to writing, of course. There is also nothing to think about.

I’m rambling, but I’m also saying this because, as ay form of creating, there are so many ways to go about things. Writing is malleable in a lot of ways, and there remains plenty of room for creativity. I cannot say, with any form of honesty, that the way I approach creation is any more or less legitimate and right than how anyone else approaches it. I can’t do that, and I’m not willing to engage in some form of elitism in that regard. Of course there are techniques for certain styles and all that, but there is not necessarily a universal right way of writing. And writing shouldn’t be behind gates; everyone should be able to engage.

I’m wondering about who we miss in terms of what is considered good. Who could’ve been a major influence if another hadn’t had the eventual spotlight. I’m wondering about a lot of things related to writing today, and that’s good.

I think and rethink what I think about processes and all those things, and I wonder if my style changes or if I’m going further with it. I wonder what my writing says to others, and I wonder if it does reach out to anyone. Based on how people react to my writing, it likely does. It’s something I’m not normally too concerned with, which, considering what I do share, probably goes without saying. Still, sometimes you wonder.

I don’t think I’m a great writer, but I enjoy writing. It’s kind of coming back to me, and I hope it does. I hope I can write again soon, by which I mean I hope I soon don’t have to force myself so much.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:01:20

I wrote this yesterday. Churned it out fast and slow and it says a lot about where my thoughts were at that particular time. Kind of getting somewhere again, but it’s not happening, in a sense.

Written at work.