“We put a lot of bunk around the notion of being a writer. We make a big deal out of putting words on paper instead of simply releasing them to the air. We have a mythology that tells us that writing is a torturous activity. Believing that, we don’t even try it or, if we do, and if we find it unexpectedly easy, we stop, freeze up and tell ourselves that whatever it is we’re doing, it can’t be “real” writing.” (Julia Cameron, The Right to Write.)
Recently I’ve been just writing. Not writing something, just writing. Words on loose pages, because somehow that seems less Serious than writing in a notebook or saving a digital document. They’re just scraps of paper, and they’re not for anything. They don’t have to be anything. They don’t even have to be any good.
I just mis-typed “have” as “haver”. Now that’s appropriate. “Haver” is a Scottish verb meaning “to talk foolishly, to babble.” (And if you’re a Proclaimers* fan, you can sing along with me: “I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the one who’s havering to you”.)
“Havering” on paper takes all the pressure off, and sometimes you find that what might have seemed foolish is actually quite wise, even useable. Even your mis-spellings!
*The song is “I’m gonna be (500 miles)”.