Writing Hack: Embrace the Chaos

What I’m thinking

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Eh, so disorder isn’t always a bad thing.

This is context-dependent. Do not go and topple tables and fling whips and scatter people and say you had my backing.

You know how a brain usually brains. You picture a process. It has a beginning, a middle, an expected end. It’s logical. Yet when you go to work on it, you may not want to go in the order it presents itself.

Or it’s just me?

I had a writing task. Mentally, I’d split it into 5 or 6 parts. Started writing it. Shut down. Went away. My brain was only focused on getting down that fourth part. Initially I wasn’t leaning toward it, because I thought if I did it, the likelihood that I’d do the rest, on account of maybe I’m avoiding those parts because I don’t find them as fun, would greatly reduce. Turns out that after riding the thrill of getting Part 4 out, another part was eager to tumble out. They all were. I think Part 1 was what I completed last.

Yes, it was hellish to edit. (But it was also a lot of fun!) And here’s the good thing: I had something to edit. Which I may not have had if I hadn’t embraced the disorder of…writing out of order.

So, yeah. Embrace the chaos. Then wrangle the ensuing mess into a semblance of order. That’s the writing hack. Use it. Might work for you. Might already be working for you. Or, don’t. I don’t know. I can’t tell you what to do.

What I’m hoping for

A really happy July.

Happy July! Shalom, peace, and life to you.

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