Some of you have stated that I could, or should, write a book. When I was younger that was my one desire. I love putting my thoughts to paper. The idea of my ruminations crossing time and space and reaching untold readers was appealing. Am intelligent enough to realize that not everyone would like or agree with me. That was okay. I've disagreed with many authors, and disliked even more. All of that was before I learned my limitations.
To be a successful author it is imperative that one's books be readable. Makes sense. This is where my dreams faltered, crashed, and burned. My mind races! It does not jog, walk fast, or even stroll at a leisurely pace. It runs...as fast as it can. My hands, however, crawl. Often being overtaken by snails and sloths. While my hands are labouring on writing down one thought, my mind has rushed ahead and met up with ideas a mile on down the road. Not to be undone my hands jump to the mind's current position. Everything that existed between the two fall to the wayside. The result is a disjointed, jumbled MESS.
Blogging, or letter writing, allows me to go through a certain process. I write it out on paper, fill in the blanks, rehash and then start typing. Still my blog isn't exactly what I had planned as I manage to continue editing until I hit "publish." Not perfect, but definitely better than attempting the same process with a book.
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