one word [sweep-3]

(ref: here)

The hardest thing in the world is to begin.

For those with low ideaphoria, the challenge of finding one word to follow another is staggering.  The search for the fallow baseline with which to lend oneself to the powerful, the relevant, the poignant, and the succinct gives way to frustration, distraction, and verbose.  This is ironic, and the source of many-a-filler paragraph - because the babble leads away from the base.

Ironically, beginning is also a challenge for those with high ideaphoria; with insufficient practice or training, those with the ability to come up with a plethora of writ and relevant details can become paralyzed.  How does one select a singular vision?  How does the clarity and wit that so deftly carries one forward into the late game follow from this, the unknowable present?

The real trick is to act like you're genuinely beginning anew - for the reality is that none of us begin at the beginning.  We begin in the middle.

Perhaps we had a small modicum of idea that brought fourth crisp verbs and nouns, painting a sunset, a fight, a solemn promise, or the ghost of a forgotten whisper.  Perhaps the idea of three particular characters, and their interwoven journey, implies the depth and breadth of genuine friendship.  Perhaps a new day has an unknowable element and attempts to be the first to successfully "writ large" are nearly bursting from one's maw.

These are all prelude to writing - true.

But each of us is in the middle of our journey.  And each of these "beginnings" will be expressed from the perspective of our current, our present, our - middle.

So - let us find a new voice with which to sweep away the distractions, to sweep away justifications to quit, and to sweep away the reality of the middle.  Let us trade it for finding a crisp voice in the old hat.

And begin.