It’s not at all uncommon for me to just start writing and see where it takes me. I do it a lot. I’m doing it now, as a matter-of-fact. Yes, it makes my updates a bit disorganized from day-to-day. Really though, this mirrors my life. In many ways this unorthodox approach keeps my writing raw; something that comes naturally to me and seems appreciated by you.
My English teachers would cringe if they knew I write first and come up with the title last. Imagine their disgust that I don’t choose a theme, proof read, or give a hoot about noun-verb agreement. Then again, they never taught me how to write from my heart. So, we’ll just call it even.
I love knowing I am writing to educated readers who follow this website. No doubt, you are a smart lot. Very smart. Scary smart. You’re all big smarty-pants! Moreover, having my writings appreciated (and tolerated) by intelligent people is personally gratifying. This is not purely to feed my ego (although it does). Your ability to understand me and our dire situation helps more than I could ever find words to express. It’s proof that true “intelligence” involves an essential emotional component.
Let me see if I can make sense of what I just tried to say. Here’s my best stab at it. Knowledge, absent the ability to practically apply it, should never be confused with intelligence.
Am I right?