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The Serial Writer
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Tamaracian in Stream of Consciousness

Be Aware of Homphones and Use Puns in Moderation

I can’t sugarcoat it. I’m a self-diagnosed, self-medicated serial writer. I sow my oats by pouring ideas out for others to enjoy. I don’t write to bowl anyone over or spoon feed them my opinion. I try not to milk a topic to the point where it becomes soggy. I write because I need to write.

Each morning, I must break fast and start composing a story before time slips away, If I don’t post something before lunch, I’ll have that empty feeling in my stomach. Writing also serves as a release. In general, mills in my mind grind out so many ideas that if I don’t write them down or box them up for later, they’ll surpass an expiration date and get stale.

There are days when I want to go back to simpler times, before writing dominated my thoughts. When my priority was giving my teacher an apple, jacks were the go-to game to pass the hours, and my girlfriend, my honey, combs her hair so it’s perfect in each picture. Deep down, I know that’s not possible. Still, it’s important to appreciate the past so you can live in the present.

By no means am I against progress. With regards to writing, some modern conveniences are, well, they’re great. Spellcheck is beneficial to catch errors, like when I meant to type “Crave” but used “Krave” or “Alphabits” instead of “Alphabets.” And as for the ease of rearranging paragraphs in a story, I’ll be the first to acknowledge that Copy and Paste is just special, ’k.

Fortunately, I don’t need lucky charms for inspiration. Writing is still organic for me. And I’ve aged out of using words from the Urban Dictionary like “kix” or “trix.” Putting them into something I’ve written now would come off as pandering. I stay true to my style, so my writing is honest. Once I tried substituting “goodbyes” with “cheerios,” but it came off as disingenuous. A mistake like this gets me frosted, flakes away at my confidence because I know better.

Don’t get me wrong, I embrace being a serial writer. I accept that “putting pen to paper” is something I must do each day. Because that’s Life.