Best writing:
my best writing is not entirely my own, containing words and phrases and deepest insights that are clearly beyond my imagination. That this doesn't happen all the time is a testament to my stubbornness, some buried need to still prove my cleverness to the page. Yet after decades of daily writing, a streak of 27 years I believe, the one thing that has gotten easier is surrendering my cleverness for silence, allowing just the right words to grace their way to me and easily reach the page. In my best moments I'm not actually a writer, more of a temporary vessel serving as a conduit between inspiration and the page - a vital part, yes, but only in service to the entirety of writing. What's really happened is that my trust has developed to the point that I've outsourced my ego for the sake of completion. It's still allowed to claim authorship of course, signing a name, taking credit for the best of words and defending the worst. Ego stuff. That's what it best after all, boasting of ownership, rushing for the completion of a delicate task, and basking in the smug satisfaction gained from hearing its own applause.
and yet the best writing happens on it's own.
unhurried,
words gifted,
with no authorship to claim.
a shared grace.
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I love you, Eric
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