I’ve written a lot of stuff that I haven’t posted; not that I never will, I just get fed up with myself mid-thought, so I’ll leave it unposted until a future me who isn’t too close to the words can actually appreciate them & post them.
That being said, lots of those words will still end up getting lost in the drafts cemetery, but even more never even make it on a page. It’s not that the words aren’t good. It’s more that I realize that if the words are really good, they’ll find their way back into my mind.
I don’t like struggling to chisel my words onto the page. I prefer them to flow like paint. So when the paint dries, I stop. But I still have all the colors to inspire me next time I try painting my masterpiece.
