Sometimes, I just don’t care. I want words to come out, I want them to be eloquent. Sentences to stop a gaze and make a mind consider. Something to stop the chatter, dull the buzz, pinch the skin, sound the call. Tell everyone you now have something worth reading, worth hearing. It’s not just ramble without a catch, not a confession, not a lie.
Good writing is subjective, but for the writer it is clear as anything what is worth absorbing and what is best ignored. Your own work, like a painting, will transcend from mediocrity to brilliance at a stroke of the brush. But quality oils and a burning idea don’t make a masterpiece. Good intentions are nothing but the first step. And the bridge cannot be crossed in one go.
Perfection rears its immaculate head.