I know I don’t write plainly sometimes. But that’s not because I can’t. Writing can be the sharing of an exploration, not just conveyance.
Yet, my choices—semantic compressions?—can serve me well for orientation to open-minded, improvised dailiness.
That’s not to say that I’m always satisfied the next day or the next week with what I’ve done. But eventually, things get to a form that stays (compressed and not), though sometimes the staying expresses a developmental period. I’m big on developmentality, you know.
All of that occurred to me this afternoon as I was midstream with some paragraphs of “living brightly,” which I just uploaded.