No matter how many things I write, or what I write: prose, poetry, copywriting, et al; if it is not edited, refined, refurbished at least once; I know I have not done my best.
It is hard enough to strive to capture content, context, clarity, and character. But to achieve perfection, unsulliable artfulness in one fell swoop? I can't even begin to be that assertive and self-assured.
(even now I cringe to post this and desperately reviewing commas, semi-colons, et cetera, knowing some editor is cringing at my grammatical incorrectness. )
*makes note: do not eat with or read anything by Jonathan Von Post. May be rather hazardous to one's health*
wait - I read his post here . . .does that count?
*re-reads* oh, okay. As long as I don't mark it up . . .
Okay, okay. I admit it. I'm only commenting at this particular moment because it makes it easier for me to determine where I left off.
I am utterly fascinated and educated and amused. Except for the disemvowellment duo, whom I have sacrificed to the gods of blogs. May your souls find peace, as your words crumble to pieces.
Thank you for all that you have written. I wrote a rather long diatribe in response, but I decided . . .you guys have enough to read, I better not distract you.
But it is very nice to know that threads like these, both educational and amusing, exist.
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