A few weeks ago, I read a post about writing through the ugly middle. When a writer is in the midst of writing a draft, he or she can’t stop. The writer has to reach the end, even if the end is ugly or is a return to the beginning. The writer has to follow where the middle goes.
I’m a writer who believes in writing through the ugly middle. It’s one reason I try to write without stopping. I don’t pause for errors, even if I note them in my head. I keep writing. I try to reach some sort of ending so that I can find my way back to the beginning and work from there. Without words on the page, I have nothing with which to work. I have to have the words, no matter how disjointed or unrelated to one another they are.
As I’ve thought about ugly middles, I’ve come to a realization: the ugly middles aren’t always found in drafts. They’re found in life. I know this, but hearing the phrase “ugly middle” helped me to put a term around trying times such as a depleted bank account, a discouraging work situation, or the loss of a friend or a relationship. Times like those. Times of seemingly non-stop ugly middles.
It’s in times like those that a writer has to hold fast to his or her identity as a writer. When the words don’t come easily or don’t come at all, he or she has to trust that the words will come. The writer may have to cease from writing for a time, but he or she eventually has to settle back into the discipline of the writing life. The writer begins to put words down on paper or the screen. He or she works through the ugly middles, both the ones in life and the ones in drafts.
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