'The Left Way Of Writing' by Josh Cheeseman
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The left way of writing
Being left-handed I don’t write right, I write left, never really writing until I’m right in writing, picking up where I left off, to the left of the right of the right way of writing. Is there a right way of writing? Is there a left way of writing? Or is my left way of writing the right way of writing for me.
So, what is my writing process you may ask well it's not right, it’s left.
If right is writing to prompts so prompt that it’s planned for the brief before the brief, then left is writing to prompts so unpromptly that the piece is left unwritten.
If right is writing right on time down to the T, then left is writing left to the last minute so down to a t it’s turned into a j[CG1] .
Blurred lines can make the right writer uneasy as they get lost in the mix of where one starts and where one finishes, needing structure to depict the start and the end, whereas the left can hop on anywhere amongst the blurred lines with no worries about where the start or the end is.
Just go with the flow and see where you go, find what's left to see, or do it right, structured, and concise cause that’s the right way to be.
For me, the left way of writing is a jumbled spontaneous way of writing that only comes about in the moment without much use of planning or writing before the actual writing takes place. It's a process where ideas come to you in random forms, fizzling away in the deepest depths of the imagination. Brewing from within until it’s time for tea, and you spill all that’s been brewing onto the page hoping it doesn’t leave a tea stain. My way of writing is random darting between ideas as they merge, meld and mould into whatever they are to become.
But in the end who knows what's left and what's right, what's right for you might be left for me and what's right for me might be left for you.
Sometimes I think if I were right and never left, I’d be right on time and nothing would be left till the last minute.
But in the end who knows what's left and what's right, what's right for you might be left for me and what's right for me might be left for you.
And that’s why I left this for you.
Edited by Conrad Gardner