“Sit down and put down everything that comes into your head and then you’re a writer.

But an author is one who can judge his own stuff’s worth, without pity, and destroy most of it.”

– Colette

As someone who’s writing style had been radically changed by Kerouac, I followed his belief that the first words put down represented the truthfulness of the experience – which also went along with his spontaneous, running form. Only recently have I really learned how to pause, turn away from the written piece, and return later to review. Articulating the experience doesn’t ruin the writing as I had always thought – it’s the patient process of reading and review that fully brings the images to life. For the first time in my life, I’ve looked at some, if not most, of my work as overdone, poorly phrased and constructed.

And yet, and yet – there is that one small seed that the piece grew from. It might be a phrase, it might even be single word. And then something else grows, something more complete, something that’s more whole. That’s why it’s so important to just get the words out. I don’t write because I want to write – I write because I simply have to write.

So difficult. But the feeling of something written well, is like an un-burdening. You have to keep on putting down those seeds…