Be a bad writer

I enjoy being a bad writer. At least, I assume I am. Nobody has ever told me directly that my writing is bad, but if they did, I honestly would not care. Writing is not my profession. I do not make money from it (unless you count writing code, but that is another story).

For me, writing is simply a tool. It helps me think more clearly, sharpen my mind, and organize ideas that would otherwise spin endlessly in my head. My goal is simple: to hold my thoughts together in one place. I want to read a note six months later and still understand what I meant. That is enough.

I am not trying to write the next great novel. I am not chasing perfect sentences or poetic rhythm. I just want my writing to work for me. If it happens to inspire others along the way, that is a bonus. But let’s be honest: you are not here because of my writing style. You are here for what I am saying, not how I say it. The “what” matters more than the “how.”

I know experts would not call my texts “good” in a stylistic sense. English is not my native language, and I will never write like someone who grew up with it. That is fine. In fact, I believe the imperfections make the writing more authentic. They make it mine.

So here is my advice if you are worried about writing: just begin. Write for yourself or for others, in private or in public. It does not matter. The act itself will benefit you. It will sharpen your thoughts, reveal connections, and leave you with a record of who you were in that moment.

You do not need to be a “good” writer to start. You just need to write.

Be a bad writer. And enjoy it.