I think I have finally overcome one of the major hurdles to my writing: dealing with two conflicting ways that I look at the world. On the one hand, my world is this profound, poetic, deeply beautiful (or grotesque, depending on the situation) place, and I'll begin writing from that point of view. On the other hand, I have a strong sense of the absurd and ridiculous in the world. That part of me looks at what the poetic part of me has written and laughs, and laughs, and laughs.
I thought for a while that this perspective would doom me as a writer because I wouldn't be able to commit to a style. My sense of the absurd makes fun of me every time I try to plunge wholeheartedly into a romantic tone, but my sense of the poetic doesn't have the heart to put everything under the figurative scalpel. It's like looking at the world through red and blue 3D glasses. Simultaneously, nothing and everything is sacred.
I've recently come to realize that this could be an asset rather than a handicap. I can write something that has heart and soul, but is also grounded. I'm excited to see what happens.
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