An exercise in unselfcensorship

Pretty much directly from The Most Dangerous Writing App.



The thing with writing is that it's never really the easiest thing in the world. I censor myself far too much. I use run on sentences. I pause too much. I self-edit too much.

The thing with all these writing platforms I've looked at is that there are far too many of them. I could go on a journey for years to find the perfect writing platform. By the time I found it, it will probably be too late already.

The thing with having a dream of writing is that you quickly grow intimidated. Maybe I should become a writer who writes about blank. Maybe I should study more of this, read more of that. Before I know it, it's been six months and I've produced very little. That's what it feels like to want to write but the feel paralyzed about the topics of writing.

Maybe the point is just to write about what fascinates me. I have so much in my mind -- thoughts that are often channeled towards the unproductive, the painful -- and energy that needs to go somewhere, somewhere. I see all these folks write with fascination: about progress studies; about Milan and public transportation and theories of development and meta-articles about science and I wonder if that's what I ought to be writing about. But I don't think so. I think the idea is that I write about what fascinates me. Because what the world needs isn't more writers like Murakami or Steinbeck. What the world needs is more people who have a fire in their souls. More people who are burning with the excitement of what gives them joy and passion. And so, when I think about things that interest me, oftentimes they are conceptual or very abstract. Often they are about my own subjective experiences. And I think that is okay. I think that is okay. I think that is exactly what we need now. Authenticity, expression, and sharing.

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