The Arrogant and Fading Things—I wrote and deleted so much that I wrote about the process and got hungry (this is a personal opinion)

I might have written this before.
There are mountains of things I want to write about.
But when I actually start writing, there are times when it just doesn't come together at all.
I can't get the words out. If I say that, I feel like a literary master.
I'll just savor the feeling. I am a literary master. Since I'm a fake literary master, maybe I should call myself an essayist. Just a fake one, mind you. Just a supplement. No, wait, has someone already trademarked that? I apologize if this has already appeared on note. Since the temperature has turned autumnal, please don't tell me I don't need to go out of my way to make things cool. That would be tactless, wouldn't it? It's like saying I'm noisy about every little thing, I apologize.
Or rather, to be precise, it's not a brush, it's just typing. And it's not writing, it's hitting keys.
Wow, I'm such a troublesome person, aren't I? I apologize. Just yesterday, I scolded my son, saying, "You're so persistent." It was hereditary. I'm sorry, son. It was your mother who was persistent. I'm reflecting on it.
No one asked, but I'll say it anyway. I'm a PC person when it comes to writing. But when I get stuck, if I switch to my smartphone, I might be able towritetype more fluently. What a hollow statement. I should write this after I've actually achieved that. Usually, that's how it works.

For now, I try writing and spit out the words that come to mind.
But immediately, I think, oh, that's not it. That's not what I want to write right now. Save draft. Close.
Let's try writing with a different theme.
I'm the type who writes from the title.
I put what I'm thinking, the main axis, into the title first.
Of course, I tidy it up after I finish writing.
I feel like my hands move more smoothly when I write from the title.
But the content or the punchline changes halfway through, or it jumps here and there. Start over. But it's a waste to delete everything. Save draft. It might be useful someday. It's saving. Like freezing ingredients. A good metaphor, if I do say so myself. I'm so noisy about my own thoughts, aren't I?
I open a new post screen again.
I re-enter the title from before.

I go back to where the story was about to go off track.
This time, I proceed carefully so as not to stray from the main topic.

Then, look at that, the text from the other theme I wrote first comes in handy here.
Alright, stick them together.
(I wonder how many windows I have open right now.)

Yeah, yeah, it kind of makes sense. Feels good.
Save for now. Let it sit for a while.

Read it again.

Hmm, something's different.
It's not interesting.
Start over.

I can't write it well. It's boring.

Let's stop this. Let's scrap it.

And I open a new post screen again and start writing something completely different.
And when I finish writing in one go, I read it through once. Check for typos and omissions.
Well, this is fine. I'll proceed to publish on impulse. On impulse.

T h i s p a t t e r n i s c o m m o n .

The things I think about carefully are left to sleep, and the things I write on impulse are put out into the world.
I wonder if this is really okay.

I have too many sleeping drafts piling up.
The titles look interesting, but when I open the content, it's a bit different, so I close them. When that happens, the writing has usually become arrogant.

And because I'm too moody and my skills are overwhelmingly lacking, past drafts fade quickly.

Conversely, I feel like the things I wrote on impulse are more lively (this is a personal opinion).

Writing has a season. That includes the times, but surely my own thinking has a season. I wrote about freezing, but that's only for ingredients. I think if you freeze a whole cooked meal, it goes bad surprisingly fast.
Letting it sit too long makes it rot. It must be so.
No, I don't know. It might be because I'm using ingredients that are past their expiration date. People who are good at cooking can eat pre-made dishes while they are still fresh and delicious. Or rather, in the first place, food made by others is delicious. I want to eat food made by others.

I'm curious about everyone's writing methods.