Potato is yum

So I started writing stuff to publish maybe three years ago at this point. I’ve miserably failed at a lot of stuff but there are a few benefits to writing that I noticed in my daily life. The kind of stuff that made me wish I took this whole writing thing as a hobby earlier than I actually did.

Before starting to write I didn’t really understand the essence of writing or language for that matter. To me it was just something I did. I didn’t really put that much thought into my words or my writing. Why would I? It was pretty natural. I talked and did my homework just fine. If it works there’s nothing wrong. But that’s very wrong. Writing is one method humans use to transport an idea from one human’s brain to another human’s brain. Writing is one of many forms used to transport ideas. This revelation was quite transformative.

Once I started viewing writing as a vehicle I started realizing that the way people formulate the package and then the way people unpack the package are vital to properly delivering an idea. Someone who puts an idea in neat simple little box with a little latch to keep it all contained is much better than someone who throws an idea in a random paper bag and hands it to you. Or throws the idea into a giant purple and velvet box full of wasteful packing peanuts and held together by a tiny bow that would snap with the slightest touch. It’s not enough to make good ideas. You gotta be able to present good ideas for the ideas to be any good.

An idea that sits in the head is honestly kind of just a waste. Like what’re you going to do with that idea to change the world? Do you really think one person can change the whole world alone? Hell no. Learning writing was an important step for figuring out how to make a neat little package.

Aw heck. I have much more to write but I’m getting tired. Maybe I’ll do a big post on this tomorrow. Seems like something I’d enjoy yapping about. Maybe even share some of the sources I used to develop my philosophy.