Halfway Man

It’s amazing how many things I wish I’d never written. Or that I at least wish I hadn’t posted online. I’m not going to link to any of them because they’re annoyingly bad, but I’ll give you a hint: they’re all the bad posts.

I think this problem is because I’m a Halfway Man.

I do everything halfway. I learn sports halfway. I get halfway done with my student films. I take the time to learn half of a language. I write halfway posts.

The problem is that I’m good enough at writing to pass off all of my first drafts as more than unreadable blather. If I sucked a little bit more, I’d be forced to go through my writing once or twice and work out the kinks, grammatical errors, and jokes that fall flat. Or if I was a little bit better, I wouldn’t have to worry so much about tweaking since it would probably all come out right the first time.

But I find myself smack in the middle - I’ve got enough talent to tantalize myself with the occasional well-formed sentence or short essay, but I haven’t got the patience to really take my writing where I want it to go.

So I end up writing half-assed essays and pseudo-meaningful little stories online that seem like good ideas at the time (and I’m still convinced that most of my ideas are really pretty good - I just suck at explaining them) but that will probably come back to haunt my dreams in later in life. But of course that’s not enough incentive to do the proof reading.

All because I’m a Halfway Man. One of these days I’d like to get all the way through something. Maybe I’ll put that on my 101 list.

After all, it’s only halfway done.