Writing is now The Fluff
Aren’t you all sick of this shit?
Forgive the drama. You can all say suck it up, it’s what everyone does, and there’s plenty of good reasons for it — and you’d be right.
As It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia said — there’s a spider living in my soul. (Give the song a google).
Medium destroyed my desire to write authentically. I’m working on getting it back, but don’t have a clear path — and that’s ok. When your income isn’t dependent on writing, you can do whatever you want, take whatever breaks you want, and bitch about whatever you want — cause you don’t need it.
I don’t want to win you over. I don’t give a shit about what you think. At the same time, I do — I want you to hear what I’m saying, and why I’m saying it. I want you to be drawn in by the artistry and authenticity and highlight just the right portions and select the right boldness or italics to emphasize what I want.
Sometimes I’d even highlight things like this to get the point. And I can never tell why people put this kind of thing out-of-order, emphasizing something they wrote awhile ago— it feels like it just throws off the flow. I’m sure there’s a psychological reason.
This shouldn’t stop me from writing. Writing used to be therapy. It used to be zen, chi, other words that I could write more about if I just consumed more of the right content on Medium and understood what the zeitgeist was up to so I could say the right things.
I wrote naturally. I wrote from my heart. I didn’t try and anticipate anything.
None of this is your fault. It’s mine. I hope I can do it again soon.
