prolix

I just wrote an awful post. So I’m not going to put it on the site. As I reviewed the essay, it seemed so wordy, dense, and dry, that I felt like writing it had been a waste of time. I don’t want ‘dry.’ I would rather find my writing to be ‘organic,’ ‘warm,’ ‘vital,’ and ‘passionate.’ Sometimes, however, the muse takes a break. My analytical machinery is in control today, and my little heart, with its moist and throbbing voice, sits quietly. The post I spent thirty minutes on, the one I’m not posting, talked about why doctors overmedicate psychiatry ‘patients.’ After several paragraphs of drivel, the conclusion was: they don’t encourage conversation. Case closed.

My vision for a book becomes more clear each passing day. I am reading a text about ‘how to write a book proposal’ (that’s actually the title.) It helps me see what might work commercially, versus what might just be an exercise in writing without broader appeal. Naturally, I want my book to be read. One key to that success, however, will be to minimize dry analysis. Others write with concise clarity, and can give factual information in an engaging way. To date, my own analytical writing sounds too dense to appeal to a broad audience. My better writing, the kind that spurs the most engaged commentary, possesses more fire. The trick will be to write something filled with feeling that also gets across some important information. My project will probably use memoir vignettes to introduce points I will follow-up with more clinically-based discussion. But even the writing based on objective data needs to sound heartfelt, or people will get bored.

My time is up. I set aside 60-90 minutes, from about 5:00 to 6:30 am (PST,) to write my posts. I spent much of today’s time on the essay I’m discarding. So all that’s left is this musing on what works in my writing, and what doesn’t. This blog gives me a chance to try out different directions, and I appreciate that some take time to read my posts in their busy days. There are so many excellent web journals out there, it humbles me to think anyone would stop and read mine.

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