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April 10, 2015 by musehick

I tend to think that my edit mechanism that I use in daily life, when I communicate with others is pretty damned reliable, and I use that same mentality to edit the things that I write. Do I make errors? Sure, but the thing is errors are sometimes an essential ingredient to the things hat makes you you.

I am always me, and the flaws often are the things that make this apparent. This does not mean that I do not mean to strive for perfection, or that I want to hold onto these flaws, but it does mean that I do not try to hide them. Why bother being dishonest? Who does it serve?

Some people I have no problem with, and I never find myself wanting to talk bad about them. The ones who attract this kind of comment tend to produce this effect, and I find myself  irritated that I am moved to be critical of them. It lessens me … the thoughts aren’t worthy of me. So, the answer really is to surround yourself with good people. Charity cases can suck it out of you and never be satisfied. I like to give, so having people equally willing to give makes it more reciprocal and easier. Fuck vampires – you know the ones I mean … the users and the sponges; they add nothing to your life. If you can find a way to cut them out, go for it … you will benefit in the long run.

it is all about editing. Lame tie back? Maybe, but lessons see to be learned for writing from life, and vice versa.


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