I sat down to write the other day, and realised that my posts tend to be astronomically-long.
Maybe not astronomically. Not like the distance from here to Mars. But long enough that my intrepid readers might get bored halfway through and wander off for a pick-up game of Quiddich. Which would be less of a bummer if they would only invite me to join them; heck, I can write shorter posts if there's going to be a Quiddich game at the end. Emptying my brain doesn't have to take that long.
Anyway, I ran across a blog while browsing earlier that has a 250-word limit per post, which in theory is a great idea. In practise, I'm not sure I could impose a limit upon myself; the very thought reminds me of an episode of The West Wing when Leo orders the senior staff to give him one-page memos and Sam tells him, "That's really gonna cramp my style, Leo." Hee hee. If only I could write as beautifully as Aaron Sorkin.
Stephen King, in On Writing, says that he is a writer who puts in too much detail to start with and then wants to add things in revision, a tendency he must fight against. And I have a similar problem, whether blogging, writing academically, or "working" on my never-ending book that I've been writing, kinda, since I was in high school. (Never-ending because I may never finish it, not because the story is that long.) I have had some improvement in that direction over the past couple of months (really-- I take stuff out of my posts before they are published; they could be even longer), but since I have the memory of an elephant, I remember the words that I laboured over and mourn their passing when I must remove them from whatever medium I'm currently using.
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