It’s easy when looking at the finished works of the people we admire to think that what comes out of their pens and pencils and keyboards is fully formed and finished.
It’s especially dispiriting to read their journals, the rawest form of their prose (one imagines) and to see how polished and lucid those are.
But though our work pales by comparison, every word we scribble in a journal, on a napkin, in a zine, every email we write or note we pass or text we send, it’s all words and it’s all language.
Every keystroke is a chance. An opportunity to get a little bit better.
There’s never a wasted word if we don’t let words go to waste.