Drafting

A lesson that I’m finally learning as a writer is the gift of drafting. I’ve conditioned myself to believe that I must write as if I’m using a typewriter, where every word is final. No wonder I had become so comfortable with procrastinating. I was avoiding falling below a ridiculously high standard that I set for myself.

Yesterday, as I was working on an article for a client, I was presently aware of how much I disliked what I was initially writing. However, I began to remind myself that the first part of the writing process is solely about getting your ideas on the page.

Resist the urge to judge the words just as they become free from your mind.

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