After 738 posts on this blog, I am a writer who puts marks on paper for so many reasons. Some days I celebrate stories of joy, family events, and life. Some days I invite learning: new ideas, clarification of previous learning, or to synthesize the thinking after learning. Some days I review and revise my own ideas, updating a post or adding in new ideas, thoughts, and applications. Some days I share resources and books that are a match to my current understanding of reading or writing. And some days I write because of a compulsion to open up the faucet of ideas and let them flow.
Writing as a process takes many forms. Some are familiar and comfortable, while others are still stiff and rigid. Defaulting to poetic forms means that I can avoid rules of correctness and conventions that seem so stifling. When the goal is expression, rules become the fog in the brain that STOPS production. Frozen – unable to move forward or backward. Time stolen away, minute by minute, until the fear of “incorrectness” or death by “red ink” recedes. Unrecoverable time. Time lost unnecessarily because there is no one process, no one way to research, no one way to put marks on the paper!
Today is the National Day on Writing. You can read more about it here including an interesting fact about how much email writing an average office worker does in a year or just check out writing trivia.