Attempt to Convey

I’ve decided to reveal my feelings blind. Metaphorically, I’m releasing them to a blind eye of the public. I’m “publishing” them as I type these words. However, I’m quite litrally blind in putting my emotions and thoughts to keyboard as I cannot see my screen as I type.

I decided to do this after hearing about it in one of my Teaching classes. A writer is told to write whatevver comes to mind without being able to see all they’er writing. No errors, no revising, no sight. I found this brilliant, and I wanted to exmploy it in my cathartic blogs. Too often I find myself meticulous and worrisome. Down to my core I amneurotic and attentve, and I feel that this is a way to break me of looking into things too closely. I’m taking away the power to revise my words and choose something “better” to place in its stead. I’m forcing myself to go into this without any control to change what I say. I’ve stripped my power to the basics of language: that of free-flowing words not mindful to the constructs of grammar and syntax. While I say this, I do plan to type as I “normally” would; however, any errors I make are lost to me and to my feelings.

This type of writing is quite symoblic, in my opinion, to the wyay in which I plan to let these stories commence. Unadulterated ideas, emotions, strings-of-thought, and the likes are what I intend to document. Not for the viewing pleasure of others. Not even for my own benefit, honestly. They just need to go to the screen. I’m telling you—someone I’ve not yet encuntered. You see my mistakes aplenty and my heart written upon your monitor, or so you shall with each subsequent entry. I intend to grow intimiate with you—my blank screen.

Ultimately, I want to be honest with this whole process and these ideas. So, to reveal my first truth: I looked under my sheet (there’s one covering my screen currently) to change a colon to an em dash. This already goes against the whole idea of my writing, but I’would rather be truthful when I do something than hide it and act as if it never happened. To be honest with myself is to be honest with others.

Now that this is coming to a close, I ask that you forgive my many mistakes but see this writing for what it is: my free-flowing thoughts and heart. It’s that basic, as the mind is unstoppable just as my fingers are upon this keyboard. The thoughts move too quickly to be edited and errors to be sought out & mended. I looked again under y screen just now, as I had a feeling I typed “and” twice. Unfortunately I had, and I corrected it. Shame to be admitting this twice now, as it opposes the meaning behind this style of writing (can you even call this a style or is it just insane to tpe blindly?).

Farewell for now, unknown reader, unknown you. aybe someday you’ll come along and peruse these lines.