Marked-Up

Sometimes, I wish I could just...write.  Allow the words to flow out of me and for that to be that.  Unfortunately, the only writing with which I can do this is my personal writing (including this blog).  But I wish...that I could always write freely.  Write of me.  Letters, papers, essays - it's not me.  It's formalities.  It's structure.  It's editing.  It's peers.  But it's not me.  It's this sense of rote learning and rote teaching.  I don't want that.  I want...to be able to write what I feel and think - to be able to hold it out and say, "This is it.  This is what I want to turn in.  This is me."  It doesn't work that way.  MY writing will not get me where I want to go, I'm told.  Get someone to edit it.  Have your brother look over it.  Get to the point.  Take out the nonsense.  What you want to say and how you want to say it isn't going to cut it.

It's always going to be this way, isn't it?