Shouting into the Wind Saying my piece in a windy world.

For me, the worst part of writing is the moment when I am typing words onto the page.

I’ve heard that’s pretty common with writers…hating the writing part.

As we all know though, writing is more than the act of typing or physically writing words on a page – it involves the thinking, the constructing, the questioning, the tearing down to build up, and the constant stream of decision making.  I recently discovered I lost a screenplay I started writing about eight or nine years ago.  It was one of my first attempts, and it was horrible, but I had a thought the other day that it would be better to work with some words on the page, even if they are ill-suited or horrendous, than start with that damn blank page again.

But whatever I had, horrible as it was, is no longer there.  Whatever is left, exists only in my memory.

So here I am, facing the blank page, trying to find some words to put on it.  I’m not looking for the right words yet.  Right now, I’m looking for the ones that help me get to a point where I can start looking for the right ones. 

I guess that means I’m looking for the wrong ones.

As I said, the wrong ones are better than none at all, it seems sometimes… 

I care about what I say and how I say it, and I hate getting it wrong.  Sometimes I wish I didn’t care so much, because then I’d just pour out words and not care whether I was communicating anything worth saying.  At least there’d be words.

And having said all this, maybe I can start looking for something right to say…

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