On writing.

Writing is a lost medium that has always been lost on me. Until now.

In the past, I have found writing anything (essays, research papers, journal entries, etc.) extremely stressful. So stressful that I would bite my arm throughout the process (I may have some obsessive tendencies). The literary expectations (or rather limitations) of the reviewer (including myself) stifled me. Having to abide by some rule book hindered my expression. It forced me into a box, and I am claustrophobic!

Well, I don’t follow the rules anymore. I follow my voice. I am grammatically incorrect. I write like I talk. I use the past perfect tense often. I come to conclusions too quickly. I convolute ideas. And this has been the most freeing form of expression. After all, rules are meant to be broken. (Unless you live in Germany, where you will be scolded publicly or receive a sternly, grammatically-correct written letter.)