I’ve had a small realization that writing is like a relationship. In writing, you have so many formats to have a good end result. How you go about it is completely up to the writer, or the people in the relationship. You can’t just simple go straight into a writing and hope that its contents will be perfect. you have to work on it, like you do in a relationship. you have to rewrite, polish, hell even get it overlooked by a friend. You can start on it, and slowly move through it, or rush through it. The funny part though is the troubles it can bring. All the stalling, the frustration, angrily forcing yourself to try harder or stop caring. But to be fair those troubles are met with satisfaction, feeling pleased with what you’ve done. Unfortunately all pieces that are written have an end, but if you’re lucky you can relive the piece and start all over from the beginning. Trying it over again may be the most pleasing thing you’ve done. Learning from your mistakes, doing things differently with the knowledge you know, bettering yourself. 

I’ve learned about myself through relationships, and probably even more through writing.