February 2, 2020 - 142 - "Quality Control"

      Since about the 2nd post of writing daily, I've intended to make a list of everything I've posted.

Something like this:

September 14, 2019 - 1- "Our Daily Thread"
September 15, 2019 - 2 - "Surviving the Life: 
                                               Frenemies"
September 16, 2019 - 3- "Two Quotes"

       ....etc. etc.

   Then, each day after I wrote my post, I would spend a little time going back and editing an old one.

     
     Because they never really come out exactly as I intended, and I never seem to have the time, mental clarity, or perspective necessary to correct and edit posts until they actually convey what I'm intending.

     But each day seems as busy, jam-packed with activities and events.  There is barely time to post something to begin with...but time to edit?  Damn.  So far this goal has proven to be a bridge too far.  


      I haven't given up on the goal.  I have three days off after I get home from this trip and now am just making the goal...to make the list of pieces to work on.  Just that.  Not to work on them, though that would be nice...but the goal is just to make a plan.

     I feel like I'm wasting my time, and wasting your time, by not getting to the 'improvement' portion of my writing program.  

     Today my excuse is that I had to get up at 4:40 a.m. to make my first flight of the day.  I went to bed fairly early...but only a couple hours later I woke up...then just dozed on and off from about 1:30 am until my alar,..  Then I worked three long flights...with a long sit time in Dallas...and I got a headache somewhere towards the end of the first flight.  And it stayed with me all day.  I just couldn't shake it.  So then I started feeling nauses and sick...but I was serving passengers all day, so no one knew I felt horrible...and we finally got to Salt Lake City, and we got to the hotel van, then to the hotel, then got signed in and went to our rooms, and I got unpacked, and I got out my computer...and now, once again, I'm nodding off over my computer key board, I have a terrrrrible headache,  and I think...

     Yes, it's a good goal to post only stuff that, at the very least, makes some kind of sense.  But the body is weak...and the mind isn't even that willing.

    In short:  I'm tired. Once again, I feel like it's more important to keep the habit of posting something, then the practice of working on improving it.

    But...someday....

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"What is written without effort is in general read without pleasure."

 -Samuel Johnson 

(This quote hit home and has been making me feel guilty ever since...though it's not like I'm writing without effort...just not enough effort.)

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"A person who wrote badly did better than a person who does not write at all.  A bad writing can be corrected.  An empty page remains an empty page."

-Israelmore Ayivor

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