I wore myself out trying to write just one good sentence. My goal was to compose a sentence that I believed was respectable. So I sat down and I began to write a solitary sentence on a blank sheet of paper.
I struggled to compose that sentence, and when I finished it, I studied the sentence. I scrutinized it. I dissected it. I strained to grasp its essence. I touched it with my eyes hoping to feel its singular textural meaning.
Next, I used my ears to take in the sentence. I read my sentence aloud. I listened to the sounds of the words that communicated it. I made note of these audible words. I observed if they had palpable cadence. I took note of any phonological melody, if it existed. And I listened for any mellifluousness that sang in its phonetics.
Having done all this, next I strove to experiment with the sentence. I endeavored to improve it, and I constantly sat back down and then I rewrote it, and when finished I analyzed it all over again.
This single sentence’s nuance changed each time I rewrote it, and I rewrote it several times each day. I kept working on my sentence, promising myself to finish it completely within one month’s time.
I revised that one sentence unceasingly until the end of the month. Now that it was finally finished, I looked at my sentence. It still could have been better. But it was as close to perfect that I could ever hope to get. And when I saw the final version, I felt like I had written a sentence that made all my efforts worthwhile.
Maybe I will show you my sentence one day, when I rewrite it again, and it is just a little bit better than it exists right now. I do not know if I will ever truly finish the sentence. But I hope that I can do so one day.
Because if I can write just one single magnificent sentence, then I can write thousands more sentences just like it over my lifetime. And If I chained all of these sentences together, I could give birth to a book.
And if someone read my book, and burned that book in anger because it said bold and original things. I would know that I had written an exceptional book. And I would be very happy and know that I had finally succeeded as a writer.