I am a more-than-unusual writer, and I often write about it. My approach is peculiar and varies with mood or necessity. Sometimes I write crude, first. Fast. I get it out. Then I leave it. Then I come back. Carve that first thing into something better. Sometimes I do all the work at once. But even then, I come back and look with another mind, soon.

I do this with my mind itself, too. So an idea I have will tend to rapidly morph forward. I use fb differently than other people I see. I am not trying to please anyone. I am trying to learn, as if everything depends upon it, because, for me, that’s part of what it means to be myself. The mind I am writing with changes by the act of thought or expression. Always. Fast.

These processes are not always cosmetically compliant. I move. Sometimes fast. Sometimes in any way possible now. Creeds bother me. My mind doesn’t work as expected here. And I am glad of that. I am also human and aware and respectful of the fact that we all have feelings, and our gestures affect these. But when those feelings are more for lies (especially those that masquerade as holy, enlightened, artful, or generous) than each other, I may, from time to time, take offense. I will not ask your forgiveness should we come to conflict in such matters.

My first remarks will often change. Later. You can call it what you please, but for me this ‘editing forward’ perspective, which values the crude beginnings and still produces artful endings… is a way of learning in process. I edit posts all the time. I rethink them. I revise, I erase, start over, learn. It’s not about people’s expectations. I use those as fuel to exceed my ordinary operating parameters. And if I share such expectations then it is likely they will come under question, or be transformed.