The Blessed Gift of Self-Censorship
So I was writing something today about writing, and I realized that as I was writing it I was boring the ever-living crap out of my own self. So I stopped, trashed it and you will never see what it was, for which you should be thankful. I think it’s nice that I know when I’m writing boring, annoying crap, because it means I get to spare you the terror of having to read it. I won’t say my self-censorship is perfect — no doubt boring, annoying crap gets through — but at least it works now and then.