Personal writing when you’re a professional editor feels… kind of impossible sometimes? I struggle a lot with blogs because I always either go too far in the kind of formal, journalistic/expository style or I end up writing like I text and/or talk, with no punctuation and dropping “like” constantly and “lol” at the end of every sentence and saying “fuck” a lot.
I guess what I’m saying is that it’s hard to find your writing voice when you spend way more time thinking about how to hone other people’s writing voices.
But also, the internet has made linguistics even more of a weird mishmash than it was before and I’m a descriptivist anyway, so who cares how I write on here?
As soon as I finished typing those first three paragraphs, I could see the anxiety jumping off the screen between the lines. I rewrote some of it multiple times because I didn’t like the way it looked or felt or sounded and it wasn’t the right vibe I was going for or whatever. I think self-editing is important in all writing to an extent, but it was one of those moments that made me realize how easily I can shift from being productive to destructive in my perfectionism. My eagle eye is good for my job, but it’s terrible for my hobbies and mental health.
So I think maybe this space will be a lot of things, but a hefty chunk will be me practicing letting go of my anxiety in ways that I haven’t really tried or even recognized before. I’m tired of not allowing myself have something like a regular blog because I never think I’m doing it as well as I could be. Time to let that shit go.