I’m supposed to be writing a book review for a class. I know what I wanna say; I’ve got my outline. But dangit, I have to elaborate. And I *clearly* don’t have a problem doing this, it’s just that everything in me is saying, “go write about something else.” Capitalism. Developmental Psychology, blog, wiki, ANYTHING just not what I HAVE to.

Same thing with speeches. I have no problem blabbing in front of people.. UNTIL it’s going to be graded. Then my paranoia of saying, “umm” every 3 seconds comes out and I lose it all.

But I’ve got a new writing style.. hopefully sufficient for my uber-analytic mind and artsy-fartsy heart.
1) I get my outline going with what I wanna say (main points kidna stuff)
2) I come up with all sorts of artsy/poetic phrases that communicate the details
3) I sew them all together in true analytic fashion..
4) ..forming a poetic and structured piece of literature.

Previously, I’d just blab and would fall in love with certain phrases and sentences and have to rip them apart for either more orderly content or just more content. It was a sad occasion. Many tears shed upon many keyboards with sobs of “Why?! Why must I strike my beautiful words with the dagger of formal writing!” Or something like that.