I’ve been told that to write better, you must write more. Well, at first blush that would make sense, after all, practice makes perfect. Who said that?
There is the possibility that you can have thirty years experience, or you can have one year of experience, repeated thirty times.
To write better I should write more. Repeating the same mistakes until they are embedded as an edifice, fossilized in my core? I write more to be a better writer to write more… there is a cyclical nature to this. Riding a horse on a carousel doesn’t get you very far. Break the cyclical, create the spiral!
The endless spiral of a Mandelbrot fractal. I like the thought. A cosmic zoom of the spiral line that is actually infinite numbers of fractal spirals. The infinite measure of the coastline of any island. How is that possible when some islands are obviously larger than others?
The answer is that some infinities are larger (or smaller) than others. I find cold comfort in this statement.
I don’t know if that was seven things or not. It was a silly Buzzfeed title.