A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-And-One-Hundred-And-Fifty-Five
I have been writing a new piece of fiction every day for some time now. I am using the term fiction a bit loosely, if I am honest, as some of the pieces I write draw closely from my experiences, as I have said before, but that is really kind of besides the point at the moment. What's interesting to me is that I find that sometimes I still feel as if I am not really working in some way. I've had to train myself, largely, to just accept that whatever I write is valid. I put it aside and don't consider if it is good or not, at least not immediately. Of course, I can't really avoid some degree of thought about the work and its quality. It is natural to feel one way or another about what I've just written, but I recognize that I need to keep that separate in some sense. In order to keep myself doing the work the way I have been, I think it is essential that I just think of the writing as a simple act that only needs to be done.
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