Contemplative Raccoon Times - II
Honestly? I don’t really care about writing.Â
Not as an art, not really. To be brutally honest, I never really have.Â
I don’t really care about writing tips, I don’t really care if I change my tense, I don’t really care if the pov keeps changing. I don’t really care about repeated phrases or sentence structure. I don’t do a lot of research. I use a thesaurus, but that’s pretty much it.Â
Sure, I’m aware of these things. I think about them. I edit and revise and clean up parts. I add and I delete paragraphs.Â
But I’m not doing that for the sake of ~writing~.Â
No, I’m doing those things because I want my work to be clear. I want people to understand me clearly. To make sure that they understand what I’m trying to say.Â
‘Cause that’s the part I like.Â
I like the stories. I want to be a storyteller. Come to me outside this computer screen and I will weave the same tale with my words, with my hands. If I could draw, I would draw the same.Â
I love stories; I always have. I want to hear them, I want to read them, I want to share them.Â
I guess that means I want to write them.Â
I guess that means I do really care about writing.Â














