See how well your writing looks after not looking at it for a whole week. 

Obsession and closeness cloud this thing of objectivity. It’s a beautiful thing to make your creation newer with the recession of memory and passage of time.

From reading your writing, not writing.

Memory corrupts by addition, not omission. It fills in gaps and spaces that the fresher mind won’t think to add. Step away, let the narrative get more raw to your eyes. 

That recall will tingle the sense, but your critical, editorial side attacks anew.

Time sharpens the knives toward your own work.

To my dozen or so readers:

Writing All Wrong will be taking another hiatus.

Supply and demand, as usual. There’s a little more demand in other realms of life that dictate my supply for the next while.

I’ll catch you all later. Happy writing. Don’t do it wrong.

If you’re new, peruse the archives. There’s enough there to set you straight.

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