How would I write if I were starting now?

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This being the question I've been asking myself since I threw out nearly all of my previous notions, WIPs, and ideas from the last 20 years (save the two I'm doing for others) around Christmas. Happy / merry, all that.

How would I write if I were starting now?

Start by cutting myself some slack, giving less of a fuck, certainly; getting there but hey, perfectionism and abandonment issues are a tangled match made in hell. At this rate, should be good by my early 60s. Goals.

Real goal, ideal: write as though I'm always starting now.

(WHAT would I write if I were starting now? This / that / the other. Probably.)

stuck + 30

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Seems that this painting thing is becoming a fun unsticking diversion during writing blocks. Couldn't find the words, so I dragged a brush across a canvas for half an hour. Still didn't find the words or even a word after that, but fuck it, I thoroughly enjoyed myself dragging said brush.

a whole bunch of brush strokes in black, orange and purple.

Fun note on this one: without realizing it (read: looking up), I ended up being inspired - in color choice, if nothing else - by a print I had bought from one of my favorite creators, Liam Wong, that hangs above my desk in The Shed. I sent it along to him for his bemusement / horror.