Jul 19, 2017
It is entirely possible that the lesson I learn most from committing to write here every day this year is that committing to write daily can produce some really terrible writing. Or at least in my case it has.
It’d be one thing if it was just personal journaling. I do that daily and it’s certainly no Shakespear, but it serves its purpose.
But this was never intended to be a journal where I’m cataloging my daily activities, mostly because that’d be super boring to read. (Hmm, much like this post, you say?) Indeed, this post is the perfect example of what I’m talking about and I didn’t even intend for that to happen.
No, what I had intended when I set out on this writing goal was to make writing a priority and, therefore, produce lots of great writing. Sadly, the result has just been that I’ve produced a lot of writing, probably not any of it great, most of it not even passable as mediocre.
I confess I wonder daily if I ought to quit or plow ahead. But then it haunts me happily, this notion that I may yet produce some piece of writing worth reading and remembering this year.
And so, I carry on.