Throwing away what I write.

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.