I hate figuring out the title
No really, I don't know what I"m going to write about and when I leave it blank till later I forget entirely and have to go back in to edit. Whew, I FELT that run-on sentence! I'm a criminal when it comes to run-on sentences. Comma splices are my primary weapon. I'm forever trying to remember when writing and I think I do okay. Not perfectly, but it isn't important on a blog or I'd go back in to fix it.
Yes, I do this as the rough draft, just wing it and it comes out in prose. Spelling and all, yes. Yes, grammar too. That's part of why I say that University's best gift to me was learning how to read and write. It's not a flippant comment at all. To read, that's not just being able to translate the written word, that's being able to walk into a large old library and find your section. Then to plumb the depths of a dozen or more books in order to glean or prove one or two facts. To write, that is not only to transcribe language into text. A computer can read and write by those parameters. To write is to be able to take all that reading you did and turn it into a concise paper of great length. That paper not only shares the insight you gained while reading, but keeps the reader happily following along and supplies in handy form any references he might need to check your facts or read up a bit deeper on it. To write is so much more than merely transcription. To read is so much more than merely optical character recognition, or even that lovely cinematic effect one enjoys with a good novel.
Dammit, my rings are loose again. I've changed the diameter of my fingers so often in the last ten years I dare not get them resized again and again, but they're slipping annoyingly around my fingers again! It's how I wind up not wearing them for ages, I take them off to type and they don't go back on.
Okay, back to boxes. Still haven't come up with the story and names on the recently finished two nor the currently nearly-finished one.
Yes, I do this as the rough draft, just wing it and it comes out in prose. Spelling and all, yes. Yes, grammar too. That's part of why I say that University's best gift to me was learning how to read and write. It's not a flippant comment at all. To read, that's not just being able to translate the written word, that's being able to walk into a large old library and find your section. Then to plumb the depths of a dozen or more books in order to glean or prove one or two facts. To write, that is not only to transcribe language into text. A computer can read and write by those parameters. To write is to be able to take all that reading you did and turn it into a concise paper of great length. That paper not only shares the insight you gained while reading, but keeps the reader happily following along and supplies in handy form any references he might need to check your facts or read up a bit deeper on it. To write is so much more than merely transcription. To read is so much more than merely optical character recognition, or even that lovely cinematic effect one enjoys with a good novel.
Dammit, my rings are loose again. I've changed the diameter of my fingers so often in the last ten years I dare not get them resized again and again, but they're slipping annoyingly around my fingers again! It's how I wind up not wearing them for ages, I take them off to type and they don't go back on.
Okay, back to boxes. Still haven't come up with the story and names on the recently finished two nor the currently nearly-finished one.