Sometimes you gotta go with what’s inside your head. You want to be poignant, important; you want to let graceful and exquisite words sprout from your fingers, like slow motion rose petals in a movie. But it always ends the same; you come to the conclusion that all you write is pretentious gobbledygook.

Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.

Don’t let that stop you. That’s the voice you have chosen, that’s who you are. Don’t be content with simple words if what you want to say requires something else. Sure, it can be distilled. It can always be made simpler. But don’t simplify solely for the sake of it. There has to be a reason, a gut feeling that overrides whatever part of your brain making those decisions.

Don’t concern yourself with what comes out or how — just write. Sooner or later you’ll stumble upon a grain of truth swathed inside that perfect sentence you’ve been looking for.

Even an idiot will make sense once in a while.

Sunday, 15. March, 2009 · &