A sense of writing mastery has descended upon spirit! I can write what I think, and what I think is not as boring as I thought. The progress I’ve made in writing is amazing, I did not know I possessed this amount of skill. It would seem that all the years I spent scribbling the notebook has made me able to form sentences which I put down with muscle memory. The urge to edit myself has largely disappeared, though I sill edit lightly for the benefit to the reader.

I’m quite amazed that I never set out to practice, that I am able to write so fluidly without actually attempting to do it, and this make me able to write without attachment. I do not wish to write well, I wish to express myself with as much clarity as I can muster.

The other day René repeated something which I had written or said, but then forgot: it seems that, when you write in the same format every day, you get bored of it, the repetitiveness brings about new writing experiments, and this causes you to explore beyond the place where you feel most comfortable writing.

I had a sudden concern for reading everyone’s exercises in Espiral. I feel selfish for living the experience with no concern for others, and now that I feel that the course is over, I have attention not only for myself, but for others.

Most definitely a change in outlook. I will sumerge into writing for the courses and for myself, and when the time comes, I intend to produce pieces of personal writing with design, to prepare my writing into a polished format that is easy to digest for the reader.