I’ve just been reading over/editing some of my work, and I got lost.
Right there, smack dab in the middle of a paragraph, I lost track of what the heck it was about…..and I’m the one who wrote the darn thing. My sentences are enormously long, twisted behemoths of word centipedes, tangled in heaping mounds of confusion.
I don’t just beat around the bush. I meander around the bush, pontificating on the pedigree of the thing and its latent tendency toward attracting motley company, before I actually start in on the beating.
And though this is quite a short post, I think I’ve just done it again.