The Elements of Style

I blog because I don’t have to be good at writing to blog. I don’t get criticized for how I write. No one cares about my run on sentences or that I type how I talk: ‘net shorthand, jargon and colloquialisms included.

I blog because it always surprises me who is paying attention.

I blog because I like hearing “yeah... me too. ”

I’ve got this idea percolating. I know that people will be critical of it, so I don’t tell. So I’m going to spend the next year sketching it out and we’ll see what it becomes. 

Trying not to plan the result is hard. 

Trying not to decide which designer I will wear when I get my first interview on The Daily Show is harder.

(The answer is Chanel, but we aren't going to talk about that.) 

 Joe has convinced me to take a six week writing course starting at the end of September. I have no fucking clue what good will come of that, but it's something. It will make me feel like I am doing something to get closer to where I want to be; even though I'm not sure "where I want to be" is. 

So in the meantime I will pull out my battered copy of Strunk & White and remind myself that...

Rich, ornate prose is hard to digest, generally unwholesome, and sometimes nauseating...

and try to keep myself from puking.