Revision and Writing
The third chapter is almost ready for review, but the computer that drives the printer is dead as a post. Alas. It does make me appreciate networked printers more. But it's also giving me an opportunity to try to see the chapter from the reader's standpoint as I wait for parts, and try to re-write it before handing over a hard copy. Maybe a little less red this time. Maybe... In any case, the parts should be in by Monday and I should be back up and running.
On the subject of writing, there's another blog I read frequently. A recent post there caught my eye. On the surface it was about deciding whether to go to a concert, but the real thrust of the post was far stronger, and hit hard. It concerned personal change, growth, and healing. I make it sound trite by describing it with these words, but without reproducing it here word for word I really can't do it justice.
When I read it I was reminded of a song written by Aaron Lewis. The line I'm thinking of was:
These are the words I've never said before:
I think I'm doing ok.
I think I am, too. It's taken me three years to figure it out, but I think I am. There are still ups. There are still downs. There are still times I doubt, but there are more times when I smile and laugh. I can't say I'm this confident, new person. I'll never be that. But when I look in the mirror I now see someone worth keeping around a while longer.
I wrote a comment to them, asking them to please not stop writing. I've never had a response to a comment and didn't expect to see one. So I was a little surprised to see an entire posting in reply. Again, it was extremely well-written and described reading and writing from a viewpoint I haven't often seen expressed. The author said when they were growing up they relied on the works of others to bring joy, despair, humor, emotion, and that they were struck that someone else would react to their own writing in this way.
React I did. And isn't that the point of writing and reading anyway?
-- Pencil
On the subject of writing, there's another blog I read frequently. A recent post there caught my eye. On the surface it was about deciding whether to go to a concert, but the real thrust of the post was far stronger, and hit hard. It concerned personal change, growth, and healing. I make it sound trite by describing it with these words, but without reproducing it here word for word I really can't do it justice.
When I read it I was reminded of a song written by Aaron Lewis. The line I'm thinking of was:
These are the words I've never said before:
I think I'm doing ok.
I think I am, too. It's taken me three years to figure it out, but I think I am. There are still ups. There are still downs. There are still times I doubt, but there are more times when I smile and laugh. I can't say I'm this confident, new person. I'll never be that. But when I look in the mirror I now see someone worth keeping around a while longer.
I wrote a comment to them, asking them to please not stop writing. I've never had a response to a comment and didn't expect to see one. So I was a little surprised to see an entire posting in reply. Again, it was extremely well-written and described reading and writing from a viewpoint I haven't often seen expressed. The author said when they were growing up they relied on the works of others to bring joy, despair, humor, emotion, and that they were struck that someone else would react to their own writing in this way.
React I did. And isn't that the point of writing and reading anyway?
-- Pencil
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