I am not writing here because: I am almost done a full thesis draft.
There is a terror in almost being done with a big piece of writing: because when we bring it into the world, it stands or falls on its own value. In my mind, my writing is perfect, complete, lucid. In fact, it is lumpen, awkward, sometimes unrefined.
The Open-source Boyfriend says, “you have to communicate it, and to communicate it you have to write it down. You can’t have someone halfway across the world read what you write and comment on it until it’s written.”
I know he’s right (write?). Release early, release often, they say. But I’m scared that the awful truth is that upon release, I have nothing to say!
you the OSBF is right, and you have much of very great value to say and if some it is a little lumpy in places, that doesn’t make it any less valuable or good.
Most of the things we love and work very hard on end up a little imperfect despite (or because of??) all our love and hard work.
you know my favorite quote:
“There’s a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.”