The Magical Land of Make Believe...
I wish that I were a writter. Of all my dreams and fantasies this one delves deepest into my secret desires. There are many artistic talents that I wish I had, but this is the greatest of them all. To be able to molds words and sentences into beautiful narratives full of glorious imagery...that would be divine. Sure, I have a fine grasp of the English language, and a rather robust vocabulary (especially for a math major), but I don't have that gift. The words don't flow through me. Instead they feel forced or contirved. It's never stopped me from trying, but it has made it a challenge. I'm never content with what comes out. I have these lavish, flowing prose in my head that seem to come out as rough, institutional passages. In the end I get frustrated and scrap anything I ever bother to jot down.
These scribblings rarely make it past some meager notebook that I later discard with great disdain. It's as if I am subconciously sabotaging any attempt I make. But no more of that. I have this space, and along with my other postings I plan to use it to post bits and pieces of what I do write, hopefully forcing myself to commit to the writing process, and maybe even producing something that I can someday look back on proudly. I know many of the things I will end up posting will be incomplete, inane, or even indecipherable, but I will post them anyways. It will force me to revisit my writing and edit, edit, edit in order to prove to the world that just becuase I am a mathematician I am not so absorbed in numbers that I can't see the beauty in words as well.
So please, bear with me through this process. And any feedback (positive or negative) is welcomed and greatly appreciated.