The problem with writing is the problem with anything else.

The problem with writing is the problem with anything else.

I’ve read almost 2,000 pages the past two weeks and written about 5,000 words the past seven days or so.

I write this not to brag but as a cautionary tale to consumption and creation. If what you consume and what you create are garbage, then there is no real artistic contribution to the world.

The books I’ve read the last couple of weeks are not great works of literature by any means. They are works of fantastical fiction which are meant to kill time and not exactly change your life or make one a better person for having read the works. While the books, like any decent novel, portray normal things in life like emotions and situations, there is no real zing or epiphany in the conclusion of each book. On the contrary the books leave you with an unresolved cliff hanger to ready you for purchase of the next volume. Nothing life changing for sure.

As far as writing so many words, the only real thing I have gotten good at is typing on a laptop. I’ve never really typed for extended periods of time and at first the keyboard seemed really awkward but I am starting to get the hang of it now.

The words I’ve written lately are out of frustration and despair with nothing really productive or insightful to leave any reader engaged or transformed. Maybe a little informed but nothing really transformative.

There are writers that can make a walk into a novel or the process of trying to catch a fish into a religious experience. I am not one of those writers and probably never will be.

The words I have written so far are probably not meant for mass consumption but that probably won’t stop me from publicly sharing the garbage.

I had a coach that preached that practice does not make perfect. Perfect practice makes perfect. This applies to just about anything you do.

I can practice writing all the words in the world but that is never going to make me a great writer. This is a direct translation from me being a photographer.

Just because you take a thousand pictures does not in any way make you a photographer.

We have to learn properly how to convey ideas if you want to become an artist of any type. You do, in a way, have to study magic to move mountains or an X-Wing Fighter from a swamp.

And while I have known this for sometime, it has resurfaced again with my attempt to kill time by writing out my frustrations which I’d like to add has not done much to make me feel better.

I’ve written so many words but it really hasn’t done much to clear my head, or alleviate my current mental anguish if you will.

What I have is a current frustrated journal of the last few weeks in a hellish place.

Maybe once I’m out of here, look back, reflect, and process what has happened, I can take all this imperfect practice and convert it into something that can be processed by someone who could not care less about my life at the moment.