Let the truth be told.

In a manner similar to most Boidem columns, this one took shape first in my head, and then in various snippets of ideas and text that were sent to my mail, or that were scribbled on scraps of paper kept in my pocket. And these, of course, started to take a more tangible shape as I copy-and-pasted and typed directly into my HTML editor. But something was different, and that was primarily that I was rusty. I'd become a bit too accustomed to the more-or-less linear thinking that characterized most of my writing over this past year. It was only as I continued to type that I started to feel comfortable thinking in English straight into my HTML editor - letting full sentences get written, but then changing them, editing them out, moving them en masse to different paragraphs or to different pages. And at a certain point I began to catch my stride. I found that I was able to flow with the playing around, to appreciate the realization that a particular thought wasn't really mandatory but should still be invited into the totality that was taking shape, to permit the asides that associatively came to mind to have their say. I realized that I really enjoy doing this.



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