My blogging demeanour has become somewhat staccato lately, I've noticed. Not that I was ever a long form multi-page post blogger, rather I have always quite liked the way a short post sits neatly above the fold within my homemade template's design, as if nothing else exists below. Nor is that my main driver when it comes to posting, above the desireable aesthetic feel of a short post I'm not usually noted for my verbosity anyway, choosing to say as much as possible with as few words as I can.
I've never been quite sure where that behaviour comes from, I have countenanced a possible fear of being exposed as being less intelligent or smart the more words I write. There's certainly a higher probability that you'll discover a long-form writer is less clever than a short form blogger, there's simply more evidence at your disposal with a wordy blogger. Not that I've actually felt that way conciously, it's just something I've considered as a possible explanation for my short burst approach to blogging.
It may also be due to my inbuilt lack of patience. Patience is probably too strong a word, I'm just eager to get to the point of things and duly recognise that the art of finishing people's sentences for them is both rude and complimentary at the same time. How else can you help someone communicate more quickly if you haven't actually been intently listening to them in the first place. A technique for gaining trust I learned in my early days of selling.
Whatever, this is about the longest post I've written in months and if it may be out of character it is true to form in at least the respect that it's recursive. The MC Escher school of writing.
And on that note, I am spent.
I've never been quite sure where that behaviour comes from, I have countenanced a possible fear of being exposed as being less intelligent or smart the more words I write. There's certainly a higher probability that you'll discover a long-form writer is less clever than a short form blogger, there's simply more evidence at your disposal with a wordy blogger. Not that I've actually felt that way conciously, it's just something I've considered as a possible explanation for my short burst approach to blogging.
It may also be due to my inbuilt lack of patience. Patience is probably too strong a word, I'm just eager to get to the point of things and duly recognise that the art of finishing people's sentences for them is both rude and complimentary at the same time. How else can you help someone communicate more quickly if you haven't actually been intently listening to them in the first place. A technique for gaining trust I learned in my early days of selling.
Whatever, this is about the longest post I've written in months and if it may be out of character it is true to form in at least the respect that it's recursive. The MC Escher school of writing.
And on that note, I am spent.