This is a story about spreading yourself thinly...

I write too much. I wake up and I want to write before I go to work. I want to write before lunch. I want to write in the afternoon. I want to write when I get home. I want to write when really I should be going to sleep.

On paper, I'm not working very hard at the moment. I only work 40 hours a week. I'm only working Monday to Friday. However, there is zero creativity, zero problem solving, zero critical thinking and zero challenge in the day job. Therefore, I write whenever I can.

By the time I get home, it's like I'm a shaken can of fizzy soda and my frustration just explodes when I get in front of a keyboard. It's a challenge to write concise 700 word 'reader friendly' pieces that would allow people to keep up.

Anybody who reads one of my blog posts will probably think that I don't do much proofreading and editing. That's because I'm reliant on a couple of friends to cast their eye over what I've written, and spot anything I've missed. I'm so keen to publish, that I just hit the button, and then go back and re-read what I've written.

I know that often times when I read something, the smallest spelling and grammar mistakes can make me judge the content to be garbage. I can't help but judge the author, if they weren't able to make a passable attempt at the basics.

Because I've been quite successful in my career, I arrogantly assume that my skills are transferrable to whatever I try. It's been humbling to learn some really basic things in the last couple of years. You might laugh, and I hope you do, but here are a couple of things I only recently got to grips with:

• Lose and loose - I don't think I ever used "lose". I knew how to pronounce them, but I would more often than not write "loose" when I meant "lose"
• Complement and compliment - I very rarely mean that something complements something else. What I mostly talk about are compliments
• Less and fewer - I think I instinctively knew the difference, but I still have to proof-read before I spot the occasional mistake
• Capitalising mum & dad - I knew that there were instances where these needed capitalising, but I didn't know the rule
• Capitalising Internet - I always used to capitalise it. Then I stopped. Then I realised that I'd misread what a friend had written about capitalising it, so I had to start capitalising it again

There's a tendency to want to try and use big words that I recently learned. There's a tendency to want to show off. I want people to think I'm smart. I want people to think I'm a good writer.

However, I do love George Orwell's advice on writing, and in particular when he says never to use a long word when a short one will suffice.

My writing is probably filled with clichés, mixed metaphors, dangling participles, split infinitives and lack of the subjunctive. However, the quality probably falls somewhere in-between Earnest Hemmingway and the comments section of a Britain First Facebook post; although quite possibly closer to the latter than the former.

It's quite exhausting, working a full time job and also writing 3 or 4 times a day. I put a lot into it. I genuinely open up the taps and give it my all when I'm doing it, even if the editing that I do is a slow process of refinement that happens over the course of several days. I refine. I make lots of little tweaks and changes. I read, re-read and review what I've written and then I try to polish the turd.

Of course, I'm careening out of control. I have no idea where I'm headed or why. I can easily be distracted from one idea or theme by some pressing emotion. Powerful emotions keep bubbling up, causing nauseating repetition and laboured points to crop up again & again.

Probably my favourite authors are those who have been published posthumously. In particular Robert Tressel and John Kennedy Toole. This is not because of some morbid fascination, but actually the fact that there's something desperately frustrated that comes across in The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists and A Confederacy of Dunces. There's something wonderful about Tressel's 250,000 word book, because it labours the same point over and over so many times - it's almost unreadable, but well worth persevering with, because you want to know how it ends.

Joseph Heller's sarcasm, irony and dry wit makes Catch 22 impenetrable at first. Every sentence packs a powerful punch. You have to understand Heller's humour before you can make any headway with the plot. In terms of the density of what he packs into that novel, it's a breathtakingly good work of fiction.

Of course I don't compare myself to, or even attempt to emulate these authors. All I know how to do is record my stream of consciousness as best as I can, in the hope that I leave some small mark on the world. I feel so worthless and insignificant sometimes, when laid low with depression and low self-esteem. I live with the crushing fear of dying as a misunderstood person whose memory would be desecrated by my persecutors.

I leave no descendents. Who's going to tell my story accurately?

That's why I write. The closer I feel to losing my will to live, the more I write.

Publish or perish.

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