The Things That Frustrate Me

What's the difference between turning and spinning your mental wheels? I feel like I either spin out of control or turn as slow as molasses in winter. There is no happily-provoked medium for me. I get to face this head-on tonight, as I meet the creative monster inside of my skull for tea. I'm working on my first two Torrey papers, and I'm slightly terrified for a few reasons. One, I rarely say what I mean. Two, I don't write as if my life depends upon it. I write noncommittally, sometimes in a very well communicated circle around the truth I am attempting to convey. I've been thinking a lot about living intentionally, lately. This is part of the writing life, as well. Even as I write this, I am fully aware that I don't practice intentionality in my writing. However, I recognize the importance of meaning every word and phrase and comma. Every aspect of a sentence plays out the thought of the writer.