I've always been one of those people who start journals (I buy lovely leather bound ones, am given funky fun ones, convert old notebooks) and then get all caught up in trying to say what I mean and just stop because of all the pressure to be honest. And clear. And concise.
See, I've had some wonderful Language teachers and profs in my life. I value words. Individually and sequentially. I believe this world would be so much easier if we could communicate better, and for most people that means using words. Using them differently, thinking before we speak, saying what we mean. I believe there is a lot of power in words.
At the same time, I'm a perpetual editor. I composed a "Letter to the editor" over the course of a week, went through 4 drafts before I sent it in (it was printed by the way! "Courageous Crusader" is a misleading headline but I've mostly let that go). I was disappointed by the edited version that was printed. I think the skipped some of my best lines and missed the reason I was writing. The piece was misleading and religiously slanted. Writers are free to include their religion in their work, but don't play it off as "journalism" when it's just a personal editorial about a Catholic scientist who opposes stem cell research.
Right. Tangent. Forgot where I was going with that. Words. Are. Good.
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