So, I totally had an idea of what this week’s post was going to look like, but the universe/life/Mr. Roger’s ghost had other plans.
I think the best place to start, then, is to invite you into my writing process a bit and give you a peak behind the curtain (don’t worry, I have pants on) so that by the time we wind ourselves around to today's f-word, you'll have everything you need.
The Process
Most of my new writing projects begin on a Thursday. That’s the day I wrap up tasks for the week, choose a new topic (currently: f-words), and spend some time brain-dumping all my ideas onto paper.
Friday is a reading day. I typically read 750-1,000 words for every 1 word I write. An article like this requires 1-2 nonfiction books to fuel my brain. Excessive? Maybe. 😅 But all that content gives me lots to agree with, disagree with, and run down interesting rabbit holes.
For Saturday – Monday, there’s only two things on my mind: marinate in the ideas I just consumed and make an outline. The longer you sit with ideas, the more they evolve. Saturday’s article concept is good, but Sunday’s is better, and Monday’s is just beautiful. I mean, the first time you meet Rachel Weisz in the library kind of beautiful.
But the weekend that shaped this post was particularly relevant for one reason: everything went terribly wrong.
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