Explain why you chose your blog’s title and what it means to you.
The title is self-explanatory. It’s my name. No fancy titles. Why is even more simple, it’s the blog that goes with my author site, 1standingstone.com.
I blogged on and off since 1998 or so. More off than on because frankly, I hate blogging. Really hate it. Why am I blogging now? I got talked into it. And I mean for the phrase to sound exactly like that so don’t correct my English. Do notice the glare when I say that. I hate the stuff.
Why do I hate it? It’s like cardio. I hate cardio. With a passion. The only thing I hate worse is a visit to the dentist with no pain-killer. I discovered HIIT and that solved my cardio problem. I can do HIIT. It’s short and fast and the benefits are just as good if not better than regular cardio.
But no one has developed a blogging HIIT. It still sucks. It’s boring. I feel like I’m boring. I hate staring at a screen with nothing coming to mind. I know I’m overly critical, thank you Mother where ever you are [I have my doubts where because Heaven couldn’t put up with her and she would drive Hell crazy and I think Limbo would be smart enough to put up a no vacancy sign.]. And that’s part of it, but the major part is I just don’t like blogging. And no I don’t like reading blogs unless it has an excellent point or writing. Be it mine or others it always seems like “I go to zoo. I saw big geraffie”. [Yes, there is a tale behind this. It involved a class trip to DC my senior year, a teacher picking up a little kids homework] But what it comes down to is “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”
And that’s what I feel my blog is also like. I can’t understand why anyone would give a damn. It’s me. I am what I am. I don’t pretend to be anything else. What you get is my draft writing because I don’t edit and carefully chew over ever post. I hate blogging. Do you really think I would edit and carefully chew something I hate? So what you get is the essence of me. [Shrug].
I can’t think of anything else at times to write. You don’t want to hear I’m still on chapter 14 edit but there is light at the end of the tunnel for that chapter. I hate editing. I have noticed changes in my writing as I go along. Phrases I use are changing thanks to the editing programs I invested in. My writing is changing. I’m finding myself editing writer’s I read without thinking. “Sentence too clunky, why did you put that in there when the sentence works without it.” It has nothing to do with their style or voice and everything to do with being readable.
Fine, I will admit it. I’ve started to laugh at people who say they can’t edit because it would ruin their voice. PLEASE ruin it. It ain’t that great. Trust me. If you are saying that? You are bad. Why? Because a writer knows how he or she writes and does it for a specific purpose. Or as Chandler says
By the way, would you convey my compliments to the purist who reads your proofs and tell him or her that I write in a sort of broken-down patois which is something like the way a Swiss waiter talks, and that when I split an infinitive, God damn it, I split it so it will stay split, and when I interrupt the velvety smoothness of my more or less literate syntax with a few sudden words of barroom vernacular, this is done with the eyes wide open and the mind relaxed but attentive. The method may not be perfect, but it is all I have. I think your proofreader is kindly attempting to steady me on my feet, but much as I appreciate the solicitude, I am really able to steer a fairly clear course, provided I get both sidewalks and the street between.
There is a specific reason he uses the voice he uses and he know the correct grammar. It is done for effect not for “his voice”.
Pity the poor sod who thinks that learning proper English or editing for proper English will ruin them. They are already ruined.
Here I am ruined anyways because I am not editing at all and what you see is what goes on the pages of my first draft. And with that, I shall stop rambling about what I use this blog for because it is whatever I feel like saying at the moment.