I May Edit the Above Sentence.

2024.06.16

Good morning, that wonderful way. Hooray!

It is a nice way to start, the consistency of it.

That's what does it. It's an ignition switch.

"When you don't know what to write, write ‘Good Morning, it's a wonderful way to start.’"

And keep going.

There's another school that says you ought to take your time and know every sentence before you put it down, see it in your head.

But that's not writing.

That's editing.

That's impotent art.

It never gets to the page.

One needs scrawls scrawled in order to be writing.

Otherwise, it's just talking to yourself.

Now, if you were to speak the sentence aloud, the whisper would be something created, not just a thought, but tangible.

The best writing flows free first.

Editing is a thing, a wonderful thing, but it must come second.

The lumber is cut and then the house is built.

This, the freewrite, is clearing out the plot and path by cutting the trees and making the space for the crafting of the house.

"First word; best word." Jack said.

And he's right, for the writing part.

The more you do it, the editing part becomes an easy thing.

A few misplaced commas, misspellings.

An extra word or sentence here and there.

A paragraph restructure.

A builder that knows all the materials she needs to make the house and where they'll go afterwards, or after the words are put down, so she naturally, through the kind of natural experience brings, puts them where they best go.

One can write a slow lugubrious sentence beautifully.

So long as one focuses on the next word and not the full sentence.

The rhythm, stays to it, stays true to it, does it justice by staying with the line of it, while in it.

I may edit the above sentence.

I wrote it slow.

My mind is always a word ahead of my hands.

Nothing more, perhaps a clause or two.

And that is it.

A lot of the time, it's fast fast faster?

No! stay with the line.

Push down the prose’s beat signature, stay staccato if that's the way it goes, or slow allegretto, if that be the way it goes.

At times I backspace + Ctrl, because the word I put down goes best with another word before it, but that's wisdom hitting those keys.

Long days, millions of words in, that hits those.

It's like an unexpected rest in a jazz piece.

An extra bee in the bebop.

The band gets to surprise the audience.

But the band isn't set back by it, they've been playing together a long time, and though it's an improv, it's part of that improv.

It's a tool they have knowing themselves so well.

That's where it comes from.

You want to write like me?

It's easy.

Be honest with yourself.

Trust the next word.

Then write every day for a quarter of a century as if your life depended on it, at least a sentence a day.

Then, look me up.

Send me some work.

I'd more than love to read even your grocery list.

There's genius, and there's dedication, and they must go together.

Brilliant daydreams are what a genius trusts and then pays homage to, by making them tangible, touchable, viewable, hearable, readable things.

After writing for quite some time, that's all you've got in there, brilliant daydreams waiting to come out.

And they wait, don't want, because whatever it is, wherever dreams come from, sit not waiting, but in anticipation, because you are a safehouse for dreams, an always mother laboring in labor to make manifest what the dream dreams of being.

You are a reality for making dreams real.

Also known as: An Artist.

S.J. Wynn
+he Ghos+