(My last three fortune cookies. I do enjoy star-filled nights. However, whomever I meet through a mutual friend better NOT be the one providing me with a lifetime of cozy nights--my wife wouldn't appreciate it! But, I will be more than happy to accept invaluable advice from a friend. Not that little slips of papers found inside faux cookies mean anything...)
I did it! In a little over five years, I have written 250 blog posts, the last seven in one week. It helped drafting them early in the morning, then uploading them, after a cursory perusal, at night. Not writing on Sunday may have helped. Or, not. Posting daily will not be a habit any time soon--I just needed to prove to myself that I can write this much in such a short period of time.
Before last Sunday, I blogged a total of seven times in five months. This will be my seventh post in as many days. Sure, this week has not seen my best writing. But, the good stuff does not show up, until the mediocre material has had its turn. Also, I should be devoting more time to editing. Not since the very first half dozen posts, five years ago, have I thoroughly drafted and revised my work.
My apologies for all the syntactical and grammatical mistakes. In addition, please forgive overall structural issues that affected the flow and cohesion of my posts. Finally, wordiness. I tend to write a lot of them, when less could do more.
Most importantly, I am sorry for writing such sloppy reviews. At times my train of thought meandered. Other times, I focused on my own reflections, at the exclusion of the author's own insights. One of my reviews brimmed with summaries, while another drowned in my personal grievances. These books are important to understanding several crises facing this country, and contain stories of people who need to be heard. I have not done the authors justice.
However, I refuse to apologize for sharing these amateurish posts. Nothing will be learned without doing it first, then throwing it out there for others to critique. Okay, currently I do not expect any feedback, since my readership consists of my mother, sometimes one of my sisters, perhaps a cousin, and two or three other people whom I cannot account for. They are not ones to comment in depth, except for the short familial niceties expected from those close to you. Not that I will ever turn away such polite praises. For now, it is what it is. Someday I will receive the constructive critiques in need to progress. In the meantime, if I am willing to actually revise and edit my drafts, my education and experience should be adequate enough to improve my writing.
After all, for thirteen years, I taught children to do it.
Meanwhile, maybe this sudden blogging energy will finally translate in to fictional writing. It would be something special that on my fiftieth birthday, in three years, I had written a novel. Hell, I would accept a complete first draft of one. But it will not happen, until I make the small steps a habit.
(Well, it is now 7 pm on a Saturday, and I finished my seventh blog post as planned! That counts for something.)
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