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looking back on my life there’s all this time spent in creative writhing and agony where it seems like I’ll never write anything good again, this goes on for months at a time, and then something clicks and it all comes together all at once and it’s like someone else wrote it
I have learned nothing useful from this beyond “you gotta have faith, baby”. and ok I have faith that I’ll continue writing good stuff sporadically for the rest of my life but it’s still agonising in the in-between lol. Part of me thinks the agonising IS the process
I havent yet cultivated the courage that looks like arrogance: to just be like “I shall simply not agonize, and when the writing is meant to come, it will come”. I don’t know that. Idk if I will ever know that. Maybe I’ll try it in my 40s or 50s or something. Or maybe soon
having put this feeling to words tho I think there’s an obvious-ish improvement: turn down the agony knob a lil bit. Always be making attempts, be cheerfully underwhelming day-to-day so that magic can happen ~6months. There’s still anticipation and neediness… but that can be hot
this fucker always has a thread already written https://t.co/3CcNgEVrSz
when I read old tweets like this idk who wrote it. I mean it’s me but it’s also not me. it’s like some sort of Avatar state version of me. it’s quite strange to come face to face with. like the opposite of seeing what you did when you were drunk https://t.co/VZyGUAA4P5
when you see the beauty in your imperfections. your stutter, your accent, your slouch, your squint, your posture, your gait – every aspect of you is a sacred manifestation of the story of your life, every dissonant horn and screeching string is crying out to tell the story of you
@visakanv @andy_matuschak wrote a great reflection on this that I just read! https://t.co/E7T9T5RoUA