I don’t think I could’ve spotted bad writing a number of years ago. But, reading my journals and blog posts from the past let me know I can now.
Every now and then I journal and have done so for the past 10 years. It’s not frequent, it stops and starts. But yesterday I read through some old journals. Boy, what poor writing.
I also read through some old blog posts. They were terrible. They’re written like I’m a Professor of Pompousness, like I’m pontificating about my subject in a way someone from the 1800s would talk. It’s like I’m writing for a costume drama.
I could be depressed by this but I’m not. It’s actually encouraging.
It’s encouraging to see that my writing has improved over the last four or five years. It’s encouraging for me to notice bad writing, like really bad writing. And it’s encouraging to think what the next five years of writing might mean.