Molten Lead?

In a frenzy of concentrated editorial muck, where each word of technical documentation must be chosen with supreme care, I will attempt a strand of writing in real-time with no (make that minimal) editing. Ahhh, that feels sooo much better.

No, stopit! Stop rereading and just type damnit! But, no, I have to fix my mistakes. What if something is wrong? What if I say something I don't mean. Get a grip on yourself and remember that nothing you write will be taken seriously in this place. This is a comfortable place where you are among friends and the gods will grant you immunity from the droves of software users pointing out every type or inconsistency. You are free from the scourge of mis-information. No engineer can fail to report a design change making your documentation completely in error...

NO. STOP RE-READING. This is in real-time. Ouch, this is actually very difficult. Now I am stressed by the opposite...I am a freight train pounding downhill (how the hell does a freight train "pound") against gravity and the perils of the steep rock cliff only inches from the rails. I am steaming ahead with no brakes, tilting percariously off the side. MAKE IT STOP, oh, please make it stop....

No, it is a train, and it is not stopping until you are completely at ease with freeing your mind in an un-edited, unrehearsed, raw, unpolished, shaky, over-described mess of text whose only benefit is complete honesty and candor. Keep going Mark you can't stop now it's working, you kind of feel relaxed and alright with the fact that the train is destined for destruction and there is no stopping it. You have accepted the fact that you just aren't a very good writer when you need to think fast. Hell, it's almost as uncomfortable as speaking.

Oh, wow, I will probably delete this immediately, but will not go back and check this out until after it is posted which is already making me paranoid...why am I doing this to myself. There was some reason, wasn't there? Oh, man, now I'm going to look...wait. Cyclical thought process beginning...reroute.

Alright, I think this about wraps up this one ladies and gentleman and now I conclude in a fevered pitch and hope you didn't actually read the flow of uncensored thoughts pouring like, um, what the hell is it pouring like, ug, like molten lead, LIKE FRICKING MOLTEN LEAD all over your brain. Okay, this is starting to hurt so I am going to go back to text that I can reread over and over and over and over and over again until every nuance is perfect. And I know I am going to hate it but anything is better than this...