I’m writing first thing every morning. I throw it all away within the week.
Here’s what I figure;
- I lived it.
- I wrote about it.
- I filed away the highlighted bits I want to remember.
- I read it to my therapist.
That’s enough, don’t you think? I’m happy to say “see you later” to all of that.
In some domains, people describe this as “workshopping.” It’s a tryout. Some of it will be rolled into yet another edit. And each edit gets more to the point.
A couple of years ago I threw away all of my journals and it felt good to have all of that living out of the way.