It is so easy to write, to let fingers fly and form phrases fomenting feelings (for example.) The problem is restraint. It is analogous to hearing a new song and already knowing all the lyrics: They rhyme, they flow with the melody, and I could have written that. The hardest thing in a dialogue with one's self is moderation. How do we find a happy medium (my nickname in college)? I have already said too much because I like the sight of my own voice.
Editing is even harder: How do I dare pull back or alter (amend) what I have just put forth (out there)? I change the meanings of my thoughts, then I change them back. I change the order to suit my wiles. I wile my changes to suit the order. I seek to turn my ramblings into a cogent argument against that which I am in favor of. Confrontation is more legible than the truth. I agree with all, and I oppose everything. There is a freedom in misusing words. Writing poorly means I am smarter than you, because I did it on propose.
Explanation or motivation of or for a composition (with a lower-case c) must accompany the piece (with a small p) lest the reader (and the writer) be left with a furrowed brow (not such a bad thing).
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