Hey America (all three of you who read this) Oh man, it's time to shake the rust and dust off these writing fingers, it has been too long since I've blogged. Probably because I've been writing for the scroll and taking 17 credits this semester and pumping out papers galore for them, I'm just not usually in a blogging mood. But now I am. But man it's been busy. Elder's Quorum President stuff adds another layer to homework, job search, girl stuff,
Oh yeah, there's this girl...
She's pretty cool. We'll leave it at that. Talk to me since you're all close friends if you don't want me to leave it at that. But we'll leave it at that.
But yes, after 22 years on this planet (Twenty three next week), 19 of purposefully pushing away girls, 2 years of missionary-related celibacy, and a year and half of failed attempts with emotional states ranging from desperation to indifference, there is a woman in my life not named Tawna or Donna Olsen. (mom and gramma)
And that's pretty cool.
I've realized something about my writing. I have one thing that I milk more than any other technique, and more than almost any writer I know. (I don't know If I qualify as a "Writer" but I do write things, I just don't usually define myself as such.) I'm trying to decide how I feel about this distinctive style I have, I'm not sure if it's my signature or if it's really just my crutch. I've been aware of it for awhile now, but I've never thought about it being a liability before. It's difficult because it never fails to make me smile when it's used in a book I like. The crutch is this: I like to write wordy, long sentences and string them together in barely appropriate, and almost grammatically anathema, run-on, disjointed, stapled together sentences with lots of oxford commas (which I got from my mother who added 72% more commas to any paper I ever wrote that she edited in High School) and then follow said sentence up with a short, succinct, often sarcastic sentence.
Like this.
I'd been thinking about this earlier, but I honestly didn't think about it while I was doing it just 3 paragraphs ago until I re-read the "And that's pretty cool." Part. It comes automatically, it fits with the way I speak (especially when I'm soliloquizing, that's a reference, you know who you are.) I also use parenthesis more than any writer I've read outside of Rembert Browne, who writes on a sports blog I follow. But you know what? I'm not sorry. Maybe I should be but I'm gonna keep writing for myself and America, because that's what I do and that's who I am. Mr. Run-on to short statement.
And that's just fine with me.
I love you. And your blogs. They always make me smile.
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