In recent weeks, I've been thinking quite extensively about writing. Specifically, I've been ruminating on my writing style - or lack thereof. I'm concerned, as I get deeper into my graduate school education, that I've so long written in a style that was self-determined (and sometimes unconsciously so), that my ability to write academic papers is dormant. To make matters worse, the writing that I've done thus far, excepting two papers, has been very, very open - taking the form of journal entries; reactions to readings and classes and what not.
To make matters still worse, nothing I've read (fun reading, that is) lately is likely to do anything but destroy my ability to succinctly and directly announce anything. Rather, I'm possessed by a tautology, a circumlocution that isn't necessarily welcome in many circles.
I hereby pledge to myself that I, Cameron Allen, will refocus myself on writing often, in hopes that I'll be able to create engaging, meaningful text. At the very least, this will allow me to flex the muscle, which ideally will translate into better writing experiences, as well as increasingly useful and worthy experiences for my readers (most of whom are obligated to read my drivel, as they're my profs and teaching fellows).
Out.
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When our soul leaves our body
(without which nthn can exist)
and we riseabove to meet our Maker,
only four, last things remain:
death, judgement, Heaven or Hell.
And dats d'fak, Jak
(which is exactly what happened to me:
Im an NDE - my colorFULL nomenclature).
Find-out what RCIA is and join
(ya might wanna check-out
'Lui et Moi' by Gabrielle Bossis -
a French writer, translated;
a wonderfull novel which'll
ROCK, YOUR, WORLD, earthling).
Make Your Choice -SAW
I suspect you do not read the comments you receive anymore. If you do, Cameron, you do not weed the garden of adverts, spam, and granfalloons (albeit the SAW comment from 14 Sep 2017 seems to maybe have bled over from one of your dreams?) If, however, you do read and respond, I am still at s n a p p e r h e a d, and see you life has -- since our brief interaction 13 years ago -- become quite different from what you imagined when you first left Texas. I have and mine has as well. Eight years ago you wrote this post about writing about thinking about writing and today, Jan 2022, I stumbled back into the same thoughts which are running through me.
In a century or seven these words (your post and my comment) will be read by someone who has just done that future century's equivalent of 23&me and discovered they share genetic material with both of us.
Veach Glines
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