On the bright side, the I’m happy with the end result. I don’t dare look at the static pages again because I worry I’d want to nitpick words and move things around “just a bit more”. But I know they
serve every purpose do the job.
I also learned that I mustn’t write and edit at the same time. Those two are different processes and if they intervene you’re going to come to a stop.
That’s one of the things that bugs me. Seriously. I’m doing it right now! What exactly am I doing?
I’m thinking and questioning at the same time. I’m thinking about writing instead of actually writing. There are plenty of things to distract me. Punctuation, grammar, proper usage of vocabulary, fluency, etc. The list never ends, unless YOU end it. Flow doesn’t come easily.
Have you ever been so involved in doing something that you don’t feel like you’re exerting an effort? Like using your native language. For instance, having an enjoyable conversation with someone when you feel a connection. How enjoyable would it be if instead, it was a language you had just begun learning? Flow & fluency, they’re basically cousins.
My example would be writing. But not when I read my own writing; that makes me feel like a damn teacher and editor. When I’m writing it and I feel like those words are just flowing out of me. That’s the kind of writing I love. It draws you in and spits you out at the same time.
But getting into the flow of something isn’t easy. It needs concentration. You don’t get that in an environment full of noise. It comes down to what you consider noise. Is the repeating sound of rain on the roof to my left noise? It hasn’t stopped me all night long, so no. Can a pack of wild dogs break my flow? They probably could if I was camping and I heard them outside. Like the time we camped in the woods at Kaleybar. Do you remember that?
At the Feet of Babak’s Castle
It was on the Azarbaijan trip. The last 3 UNESCO sites remaining on my quest to see all. Early Mordad, Nima Shahbazi’s birthday. On the first night we slept on a beach in Guilan under the moonlight. We saw Ardabil on the second day and arrived at Kaleybar in time to camp. We climbed to gaze at Babak’s Castle on the third and bumped into Soro and Elnaz. We all knew each other from afar, so we decided to celebrate the communion by camping one more night. The woods were different that night. Read more later…
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