I was reading old blogs, and you know what? It's my run-on sentences! I have decent choice of words. I have good structure and grammar. I just...keep talking without taking a breath. You don't want that many adjectives without a break. You don't want extra clauses, even if they're technically "correct" that way. I always hated "short" sentences. They often feel choppy to me. But it's all the good writers that use them. I guess it's just my perspective that's screwed up. Shorter sentences take longer to read. You rush through the long ones. That, or you get fed up with them, about having to take a second to understand them. So you skip through them. I need sleep, since I'm driving to A&M to visit friends tomorrow. Do you know why I like you, blog? Because you're a good listener. You give me all the attention that I could want from an electronic device. You're not distracted by anything in the real world. I mean, you never respond to me, but you don't need to. I can talk to you, but it's just talking to myself, with you listening. And it somehow feels more worthwhile. Like, because my words are now part of the public world, they have power. In my head, they are powerless, ethereal, spirits without bodies. Unfinished stories are abortions, using that metaphor. I need to get back to writing more. No offense, blog, but you wait patiently, and my other stories do not. First, to sleep, then, to writing and reading and such.