Bad things

On just doing the damn thing

I want to write a lot of bad things, just for the sake of writing at all. Bad, quick and sloppy sentences like shovelfuls of dirt in the quest to mine something deeper. Something of significance. It occurs to me that anything of significance is buried under many heaping spades of earth, that every writer who wrote anything now cherished has spend their time shoveling, and has dirt under their fingernails. One should seek to shovel dirt because this is the pursuit, to not shovel and pick and slog through the mud is to abandon the mission to find something shining, something radiant, something to hold up to others and day look! Look what I’ve found.