Iāve always struggled in my writing process. I continuously question my style and intelligence levels. Iāve realized writing is all about āthe zoomā ā meaning getting into the mentality to sit down and commit to the work. Iām not the same writer I was 5 weeks ago, primarily because 5 weeks ago I wasnāt writing nearly as much as I do now. Production of text, at long last I understand the importance of this. I had this mindset before: donāt write unless you have something good to bring to the table, no longer do I feel this way. Just write Ariel, write and the good stuff will flow. I still feel a little held back in my writing, Iām not sure what’s holding me back? Iām eager break down those walls and let it fall into something beautiful. I want my audiences to feel the soul in my words; I want to make that connect. Iām still figuring out how to do this, I know itāll come. Itās coming. Readability, relate-ability – itās so important.
Something Iāve discovered, good music while I write is key. Good tunes and a safe, clean, clear environment. Iāve scouted out a few spots and have discovered a couple hidden gems within my neighborhood.
The most important thing is Iām once again inspired to write. I lost it there for a long while, coming back to it now I realize how much Iāve grown. The limitations are prevalent though. My inherent eagerness to be āproactiveā and ārealā is a real block ā I should let that go. Who cares if my style varies, isnāt that what it means to be a good writer? I just want to be clear in direction, which I need help with. Iām going to bring intensity this semester, and heat.
Bring the rain, bring the tears, bring the glory.