I am not a good writer. I am a reader. This blog is to goad my friend Gabby into writing. Maybe it’ll goad you into writing too.
Gabby must write. Her writings are delicious, funny, witty, and like…if you could read butter. So smooth. I’ve read one piece of hers, which was a report from a visit we took to the capitol. I loved it so much I’ve begged her for writing ever since. That was four years ago.
This is the publication of a desperate person, someone who has become a goader just to get her friend Gabby to write. Gabby went to this fancy school and knows “the rules” about writing and has this perfectionistic standard. Only jerks — people who think gatekeeping is the same thing as having class — care about what you learned in school. So she thinks she’s terrible. I blame he-who-must-not-be-named.
I know some of the rules. More importantly, I know writing is less about the rules and more about just doing it. (And lots of revision.) So I’m going to do it. I’m goading Gabby.
