I am currently reading two books about writing. One, Self Discipline For Writers (not sure why the cheap Kindle version that I am reading has gone), is very much about outlines, structure, writing to satisfy a particular audience, process over content.
The other, Several Short Sentences About Writing, is about the pleasure of writing and reading each sentence, of not assuming an end point, of relishing each moment of prose and seeing where it takes you.
It occurred to me that this is like life.
We are taught that we need to have purpose, a grand plan, goals, targets, outcomes.
But as I get older I realise that in pursuing this mirage we miss what is actually happening around us.
We rush to a future that may never come and miss the present that is trying, desperately, to grab our attention.