A Fresh Beginning

I’ve been invited to write a piece about one of the themes in The Wrong Calamity. For several days I tried to write it but came up dry. Sunday, I started draft 8 and, like on drafts 1 through 7, I began by deleting what I’d already written. An hour later, I had two sentences which I’d edited and re-edited into a snarl of words even I didn’t understand. Yesterday I started again. To keep myself from editing sentence-by-sentence, I put on my sleep mask, the closest thing I have to a blindfold, and started typing. Crazy, I know, but without seeing what I wrote, I had no temptation to edit as I went. Voilà! A first draft. It’s lousy, but now, with this to work on, the writer in me can edit productively.

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