Fingers are shaking. Unfortunately not in perfect harmony with the keyboard. I’m just trying to write one of these blog post things in the 15 minutes it is supposed to take to write blog posts, rather than the essay length musings everything I start turns into.

So no beautiful passages here. Just plain old prose, and if I do everything right, with a few typos too.

Why would I do such a thing?

Because I’m jealous of the outlet most people have in their blogs where they can just type something and hit publish and then go take the rest of the day off. I’m the kind of person that can spend hours writing a stupid email. I even redraft those 140 (max) character tweets. Maddening.

There is hope for me though. I used to have a habit of halting my speech mid-sentence because I had thought of a better way to convey my thought. Broken sentences all over the place and I never really said anything. This has stopped now thanks to a solid dose of self abuse therapy.

My fingers are shaking because it frightens me to not give myself time to redraft something. I like to think carefully over matters, over several days, not commit myself to the publish button until I have thought things through properly. So as to not look the fool. So as not to waste my reader’s time.

Oh god, I almost missed the apostrophe on the possessive of reader! And I’ve run out of time to go back and read this thing through. Sorry for any mistakes. This is unfiltered by time.