My writing queue is a mile long, and a year overdue. I’ve got ideas aplenty, a paradox of choice, and an imagined readership (not in its quantity, but its consistency) that demands perfection.
I’ve just noticed, moments ago, that the blogs I most enjoy reading these days are short. Three paragraphs convey their entire message. Most of the time, the message is a simple impression. You read it and you feel… a certain way. It’s like sense memory – a whiff of a stranger’s prose puts you in a familiar place.
Clearly, I need to write more like that, but leave room for the bigger questions that often fill this space. Some new rules for authoring, which I’ll feel free to break soon after I write them: No writing without music. Less thinking, more feeling. Fiction works, with warning. Short and sweet.
