This is hard, you guys. I am an extremely facile writer. I can whip out a blog post of 800 words or more in no time, and do so seven or eight times a week. I'm a writing machine.
But slowly copying out the essay, and then analyzing the sentence structure, the purpose of each paragraph, the use of metaphor and language: that's a very hard thing to do. It takes a l-o-o-o-n-g time.
And that's the point, isn't it? Slow down and eat the flowers.
Here you see an hour's worth of copying and writing. What a tangle!
But as I copy, I begin to understand how she's assembled this essay from seemingly random lumps of observations. Even though I don't have the wild and intricate landscape she does as my subject, I can still cobble together disparate settings/times into a lovely coherent piece.
So what have I accomplished? Not as much as I thought—my belief in my facility and speed as a writer is a bit shaken—but I think I do have a grip on where to go next.
In other words, a perfectly cromulent ABORTIVE ATTEMPT.
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