Another one bites the dust...
I don't want to be at work today, so I am dilly-dallying.
Another semester has come and is currently in process of going. Papers, papers, papers is the name of the game this time around. I am to understand that as a Fine Arts/Creative Writing major, this will be the game for the rest of my bachelor's degree... on into my masters. I say bring it on.
I've been writing again. This experience has been a liberating one. I look at my old work and I realize that my work was immature, incomplete. I was not working to my potential because I did not know my potentials. I still don't, but I can see growth. Or, at least, my wife does. That's the important part, right?
I am the comma, splice, king, though. Thankfully my wife... my editor as it were... understands all these "grammatical" and "syntax" rules. I have little to no need for them, personally. I would be willing to wager that much akin to Fennimore Cooper's literary offenses, Mark Twain would cite about 114/115 syntax offenses as he read this post alone.
I think I have wasted enough time. Thank goodness that my schedule on wednesday is flexible.
Like a shadow in the night, I stalk fraud and corruption, shutting it down on sight.
I am: ... a fraud agent. (what, you expected a super hero name or something?)
Another semester has come and is currently in process of going. Papers, papers, papers is the name of the game this time around. I am to understand that as a Fine Arts/Creative Writing major, this will be the game for the rest of my bachelor's degree... on into my masters. I say bring it on.
I've been writing again. This experience has been a liberating one. I look at my old work and I realize that my work was immature, incomplete. I was not working to my potential because I did not know my potentials. I still don't, but I can see growth. Or, at least, my wife does. That's the important part, right?
I am the comma, splice, king, though. Thankfully my wife... my editor as it were... understands all these "grammatical" and "syntax" rules. I have little to no need for them, personally. I would be willing to wager that much akin to Fennimore Cooper's literary offenses, Mark Twain would cite about 114/115 syntax offenses as he read this post alone.
I think I have wasted enough time. Thank goodness that my schedule on wednesday is flexible.
Like a shadow in the night, I stalk fraud and corruption, shutting it down on sight.
I am: ... a fraud agent. (what, you expected a super hero name or something?)