I just noticed that it’s been ten days since my last post. I’ve been editing my last Rembrandt Parable. This story, for some reason, has been particularly challenging. The problem has been my love/hate relationship with the English language. I love the ability to express myself through the wonder of language. It is humanity’s greatest creation. Everything we know, even the way we understand our world is only possible through language. It liberates us from the morass of obscurity. It inspires awe.
That being said, English, with it’s precision and elegance, is excruciatingly frustrating. Working through my story has been an endurance test. I spent hours attempting to accurately express my ideas. Each time I struggled to find the right words. The only word I can find to explain my week is perseverance. It was a matter of try and try again.
Sometimes writing is more of a wrestling match with the English that an act of creativity.