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I Wanted To Write About The Art, But Sexism Reared Its Ugly Head
So I’m going to talk about both.
One of the commitments I’ve made to myself as a writer is to see a post through to completion whenever possible. This means that even if the process is drawn out due to lack of time or clarity of thought, I put my absolute best effort into making sure that I can continue to write and publish it.
My process of writing can be divided into three major components. First, I write a rough draft littered with grammatical errors and unkempt thoughts. Next, I clean up the draft by spelling things correctly and better articulating my desired content. Then, there’s the final step. I check what I’ve written to make sure it’s aligned with the kind of message I want to put out into the world.
I’m a small-time writer. I’m guessing this will be the case for a while, so the argument could be made that what I put out there doesn’t really matter too much one way or another, except that it matters to me. I want my career as a writer to foster my personal growth. I want to radically engage with myself and figure out how to be more authentic in the process.
I don’t want to let half-finished drafts languish interminably because I couldn’t find the right words and mental endurance. That said, as I continue down my path of being a…
