Thunder in the air

A night of thought and not much sleep. Arrived at a conclusion or two perhaps too private to record; I make things real for myself by writing them down, so there is a certain safety in the numinous. These things are of no actual use to me barring self-knowledge, which can only go so far. It has taken me years to understand that I do my best work in the throes of idiocy.

The air is oppressive this morning. I am quite looking forward to some rain.

Editing

Editing is such fun.

Let's start with Capital Letters used for the Start of every Sentence and of course for every Proper Name, and let's include the Pseudo-Shakespearian/Medieval habit of giving Every Important Thing a Capital Letter; and then let's not forget dear old colons for ones'* list: comma overuse, abuse, and underuse, in a very long sentence that could do with breaking up only when you do break it up it makes no sense anyway; and thank heavens for semi-colons; without them, my ellipses would get so lonely...

The good thing is that dealing with these tiny matters help me to ignore greater arse-biscuiterie, such as story, continuity, and dialogue.

I have been staring at this thing so long I'm virtually cross-eyed. Englang, my Englang, don't you wuv me any more?

*Dare I even mention apostrophe catastrophe?