In follow-up to my post from yesterday, I Am Perfuctly Fecked Up: Part I, here is the core of the post I had started last summer and let sit in my Drafts folder for a long time. Revisited it the other night and got more out of it now than I had even tried to express last year. Guess the timing for it was just right.
Last summer I took the WP Blogging 101 course. One of the other participants, Romica, had a blog post called “What Is Deep About Everybody Poops“. Interesting title right? Yeah, I thought so too. Around the same time, I also read the article “Roundtable: The Scariest Post I Ever Published“, put out by our very own WordPress Daily Post, which I am an avid follower of.
The two articles really hit me home for me about how I so lust after having the perfect post. How I want it to be “just right” before posting it for all of you to read. Okay, let’s get a little more honest here now shall we: a part of me wants to be perfect and I don’t want you to judge me or my posts for being anything less than perfect. To thine own self be true, as a sagacious poet once wrote.
But guess what? Breaking news for you (or do I mean me?): I’m not perfect. And neither is this post. It’s a little fecked up. I probably have a dangling participle or two in it. There might be only one space between sentences instead of two in some places. I did come across a few typos when I proofread it. Fixed most of them, but left one in here on purpose. I ignored the grammar suggestion to prove to myself I could knowingly publish something that wasn’t perfect. If nothing else, I did it to give myself a good laugh. Maybe you’ll laugh too. If you do, betcha its because you relate.
This post sat in my Drafts folder for a bit. Why? Because it could. Because I was granted both a license and an insurance package when I signed up to be the author of a blog. The license has a name – it’s called artistic license, aka creativity. It means I can start to write, edit and rewrite, possibly trash, and eventually publish whatever I feel like writing. Well, within boundaries of course. Just like when the government of Ontario granted me a drivers license, I had to agree to use that privilege within the laws of the road. And when WordPress granted me this blog site, they did so only after I agreed to abide by their Terms of Service. Fair enough.
The insurance is in the form of there being a draft status for my posts and pages. My writing adventures can sit in a Drafts folder for as little or as long as I want them to be parked there. Just like my car insurance offers me some protection me while I am driving my vehicle, my Drafts folder protects me while I am writing. It saves things for me, automatically no less, allowing me to brain dump all of the seemingly scattered words running through my head and get them out on paper so to speak. It lets me take a bathroom break without risking losing my train of thought. It also lets me call it quits on anything I’ve written by selecting the Trash option to a post/page and scrapping it altogether. Even then, the Trash folder doesn’t delete the file permanently. It questions my rationale for wanting to get rid of it in the first place and keeps it in a holding cell. From there, I have to choose to either delete it permanently or restore it back to a draft. Isn’t that brilliant? My Trash folder knows I’m not perfect too. Didn’t know ‘garbage’ could be so smart.
In the aforementioned Everybody Poops article, I came across a video by James Victore called “Stop Being A Perfectionist!”. Feck Perfuction is a mantra of his. Although the video is targeted to creative designers of the graphic type (which I know very little about), it still really spoke to me. It talks about how perfectionism stifles creativity and stalls the process of ever getting anything done. Lesson learned from this short clip: it will never be done. Application of said lesson for us writers with a blog:
Just. Keep. Writing.
Here’s a snippet of one of Victore’s Feck Perfuction maxims. For more of his talks, visit his YouTube channel. There’s some great shut in there that ain’t no bill. [typos intended]
Let me know in the comments below if you’re perfuctly fecked up like I am. And don’t just say so, tell me how so. C’mon, it’s not that hard. Just type away, don’t bother checking for typos, and hit send comment. I dare ya. Triple dog dare ya. Let’s all be a little fecked up together.
For in response to today’s Daily Prompt, a misstep is still a step. Perhaps my – or your – next misstep could be the one that takes us in the direction we’ve been looking for all our life. Maybe it will find you one day again arriving along the side of the road.
Image source: KlausHausmann user on Pixabay.com, CC0 Public Domain