Writing is badass. It’s an accessible and indelible way to make a point. And you get to polish that point for as long as it takes. I enjoy that process, and admire the product. Simple, clear, penetrating words that propagate new ideas and change minds.
But I suffer from perfectionism. I write slow, edit a lot, and often give up midway through. What I share must be worthy of my romanticized view of writing, or so I feel. And yet, what I’ve realized today compelled me to write and share this as fast as possible.
My expectations are too high. Amateur musicians don’t compete with Yo-Yo Ma. Nor do they expect to delight their early audiences. Getting good takes practice, lots of it. I’ll never learn to write good essays if I never finish them. I won’t learn to penetrate people’s minds unless I share what I produce.
And so my experiment begins: Anything I publish I will write in one hour or less. Anything I start writing I will publish. No expectations, just determined practice.