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I was listening to a podcast interview of Seth Godin by Tim Ferriss and they were talking about how to write well. Seth mentioned starting and regularly writing in a blog. He clearly meant writing a blog to say things about the world and how things will turn out, but I’m not ready to do that yet. It did make me want to write more often. Write more terrible stuff. So eventually I will write something good.

Paragraphs and Poems

Laying in my bed I was thinking about the first time I learned how to write a paragraph. Really the beginning of my learning to write anything that wasn’t just practice of how to write a letter or learn grammar.

A paragraph begins with a statement of it’s purpose. After that you write about supporting ideas, which I think of as premises, that make that statement a reality. Finally, the paragraph wraps up what it said in some sort of synthesis, and has to be three sentences long.

I really enjoyed sitting and thinking about the first time I learned about paragraphs. I have no idea where I was other than guessing by the school I went to etc. etc.. However, I can almost hear the voice of the woman explaining it to me. I wonder how many times people think about these sorts of things? Do published authors think back to when they learned the structure of a paragraph, or the first time they were required to think up their own 5-paragraph essay?

I think about whether there is anything more complex, in prose, other than the paragraph. Essays work in a similar structure. Research Papers have the same Thesis, Premises/Evidence, and Synthesis. Poems are entirely different. Fiction even does a similar activity with foreshadowing and other devices. I’ve written poetry. I’ve attempted to finish many research papers on-time. I kept excellent journals. Almost the only thing I’ve written in most categories, besides things you could actually make money from, and I often feel like you are always writing a Paragraph or a Poem.

“My veins burn with my anger and my tongue is dried by the hot winds of my rage.”

This week I became very angry due to having run out of patience I had for a person I know who is overly critical of our mutual friend. I’ve already complained about them, and that quote is how I described to my best friend the way I felt.

I don’t really get angry very often. I get disappointed in humanity and certain societies, but very rarely do I become angry. This is probably the first time in over a year that I have been angry enough to feel it in my muscles. I actually felt what ever hormones and chemicals my body was producing, burning away in my muscles. It was fascinating.

I wonder why this situation made me so angry when there have been plenty of terrible situations I have been through or watched others endure this year that it would have been reasonable to become angry about.  I’d like to really search this out in myself, because it is so rare to get the chance to look at my anger, but I think it is too private to go much further on here.

However, I have noticed that it has been much easier to make me angry since this happened. Not to the same degree, but more anger than I am used to.

I also noticed it has made me more sore than normal, right after I am angry.

To end, one of my favorite quotes about anger, “Beware the fury of a patient man.” ~John Dryden