Once again, a blog that pertains to the writer in me, I guess I simply can’t help myself. Writing has always been an invariably large part of my life. Think of it as a jigsaw puzzle with most of the pieces making up the “writer in me” and then there’s the few scattered pieces that represent other parts of me. That was an off-hand metaphor, I know.
For any writer, words are an invaluable tool that is used daily and treasured. I know I certainly treasure words! Wherever I go, whether I’m reading, writing, in class or traveling, I’m constantly looking for new words. I have an ongoing list I’ve kept for roughly a year now of new words I’ve learned. It’s almost a compulsive thing where if say, I’m reading, and I find a word I don’t know I have to write it down to look up later. Once that’s accomplished I’ll add it to my list and use it in my papers and short stories. Like I mentioned in my blog post “Detail-Oriented”, I regularly enjoy games that pertain to words such as Scrabble, Boggle and word searches. I simply can’t get enough of words! And if that wasn’t obsessive enough, I also wish for an electronic dictionary for my birthday or Christmas. For my brother, this one never gets old!
Perhaps, again referring to my previous blog post mentioned above, I am so detail-oriented because of my love for words. If I’m writing and use a word I think is inadequate I’ll stop what I’m doing and wait until I come up with a better one. Other times a word will simply pop into my mind and I have no idea what it means!
In addition words can paint beautiful pictures. Again, referring back to the afore mentioned blog post, when I’m writing I’ll create a “mental picture” of sorts in my mind and use everything in my power to convey every inch of that picture into my story, and to the reader. While I’m tying into my other blogs, I might as well refer to my blog post entitled No Time For Reading. In it I spoke about the values of an expanded, rich vocabulary. I am constantly looking for new words because every time I describe something whether I’m talking, emailing, writing or blogging I know I can use different words to describe things in different ways. Words can add great dimensions to anything, drawing people in, deepening a story to powerful depths. And heck, if I use a word that’s uncommon that someone doesn’t know it might just inspire them to look it up themselves!
Words can be used to tell of far-traveled stories, to describe delectable food that was tasted in exotic places. It can add another dimension to an already captivating photograph. Words can pull you in when plastered attractively in an advertisement. Words can convince you to buy a book by offering up a snippet of the story within.
Albeit like Erica mentioned in her blog post entitled “Misused Words”, words can be a double-edged sword. In it she told about how people misuse powerful words like love and hate. Too often words are tossed around like simple feathers, never realizing the true weight they carry until they fall back down like leaden anvils. Perhaps the overused nature of love and hate has drained them both of what they were intended for. Obviously, this paragraph isn’t about the allure of words…but the dangers of them. How simply a few spiteful words spoken off of a sharp tongue can end a friendship, create an enemy or forge a bitter bond between two people. Words can belittle, discourage, tear down, betray, mislead…etc.
Despite what that paragraph portrays, words are a beautiful tool that everyone should use.
In a recent email that my parents received entitled Breath, it talked about air and words. It said that words are simply breath; they are simply air set in motion by a living soul. Hate or love spoken, same air. Encouragement or discouragement spoken, same air. Compliments or criticisms spoken, same air. Curses or blessings spoken same air. This ties into Erica’s blog post about misused words and their unrealized weight. Just as words have become famous in some of America’s most classical and treasured writings, so can they resonate inside the lives of others as we write our own stories, speaking to one another.
As most of you have figured out by now in my English 102 class, I prefer the written word to the spoken one. I rarely have anything to say in class, but when I do it usually comes out in my writing. Again, as you’ve all probably figured out since my blogs can be quite long! Perhaps that is the irony of it all? At any rate, that is how I view words. Now I wish for your opinion!
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Antiquing and Daydreaming
So, this past Friday I was scouting on Google for antique stores in Sheboygan and stumbled upon three of them. One of them was convientently located near an atuo garage where my parents were getting their van worked on, so I tagged along so we could swing by Three Barns Full, an antique shop on State Highway 42.
This may come as surprising, but for all the years I've loved and obessed over historic houses and old furniture Three Barns Full was my first visit to an antique shop.
It took some manuerving to get there what with all of the haphazard construction going on, but I was determined to stop in and look around, even though we only had a half four before they closed. Believe me, a half hour wasn't nearly long enough to take in the labyrinth of stuff they had packed into...you guessed it, three barns! :). By the way, it took me a while to figure that out. Whenenver I get around antiques I revert inside my head and sort of wander around in a daze until something snaps me out of it.
Which just happened to be a fairly deep step I failed to notice while mesmerized by an old, dusty, floor length mirror in one corner. I've always wanted a mirror like that. What I hadn't wanted was to have the floor move away from me and land flat on my face. My Dad had warned me about the step but, naturally, I hadn't listened because I was lost in thought and ended up making a fool of myself. Luckily my parents and I were the only ones in the barn at the time. But still, it is was embarassing!
As it turns out, my absentmindedness turned out to be my greatest enemy that day. Walking up a flight of steps to explore an array of old chairs, loveseats and rocking chairs I failed to notice an old box fan attached to the wall and slammed my head into it. I also bumped into the very sharp corner of an old bureau.
So, you must be asking yourself by now, is this blog post about my first experience in an antique shop or is it a relay of my awkwardness and general lack of attentiveness? I guess it's both!
Well, the reason I went to Three Barns Full in the first place was to see if I could find some skeleton keys. Apparently, they are very popular now, and I can see why! I have always admired their shape and the resonance of a byone era they excude. Also, yes, because they pertain to old houses. Albeit, I didn't find any skeleton keys at the shop, I greated enjoyed my tour around the place. One barn was packed full with bedroom furniture and an old doll house. Another barn was packed with furniture as well, similar to the first. The third barn was where most of the antiques were. It had many levels and rooms, all of which I wished I'd had time to explore, but didn't on account of the store closing in half an hour.
My Mom was very helpful in pointing out some mystery pieces to me. All of the furniture pieces had dust on them, which only seemed to add to the allure of their age. I found some books dating back to 1915, all about baseball. Their were items big and small from wardrobes, vintage stoves and tables to figurines, bottles and antique plates and China. In my eyes, it was like getting caught up in the largest, most wonderful garage sale!
There was also a clock repair shop next to the barns. Everything from cocko to grandfather clocks were in there. That was very intriguing as well. The people there were very friendly and amiable. I will definitely return there to investigate some more and look for elusive skeleton keys, only this time I won't bump into furniture or take a spill down the steps!
To anyone who loves antiques, drop me a note! I was overwhelmed with all of the items Three Barns Full had. It is a great store with a jumble of antiques. You never know what you'll find!
This may come as surprising, but for all the years I've loved and obessed over historic houses and old furniture Three Barns Full was my first visit to an antique shop.
It took some manuerving to get there what with all of the haphazard construction going on, but I was determined to stop in and look around, even though we only had a half four before they closed. Believe me, a half hour wasn't nearly long enough to take in the labyrinth of stuff they had packed into...you guessed it, three barns! :). By the way, it took me a while to figure that out. Whenenver I get around antiques I revert inside my head and sort of wander around in a daze until something snaps me out of it.
Which just happened to be a fairly deep step I failed to notice while mesmerized by an old, dusty, floor length mirror in one corner. I've always wanted a mirror like that. What I hadn't wanted was to have the floor move away from me and land flat on my face. My Dad had warned me about the step but, naturally, I hadn't listened because I was lost in thought and ended up making a fool of myself. Luckily my parents and I were the only ones in the barn at the time. But still, it is was embarassing!
As it turns out, my absentmindedness turned out to be my greatest enemy that day. Walking up a flight of steps to explore an array of old chairs, loveseats and rocking chairs I failed to notice an old box fan attached to the wall and slammed my head into it. I also bumped into the very sharp corner of an old bureau.
So, you must be asking yourself by now, is this blog post about my first experience in an antique shop or is it a relay of my awkwardness and general lack of attentiveness? I guess it's both!
Well, the reason I went to Three Barns Full in the first place was to see if I could find some skeleton keys. Apparently, they are very popular now, and I can see why! I have always admired their shape and the resonance of a byone era they excude. Also, yes, because they pertain to old houses. Albeit, I didn't find any skeleton keys at the shop, I greated enjoyed my tour around the place. One barn was packed full with bedroom furniture and an old doll house. Another barn was packed with furniture as well, similar to the first. The third barn was where most of the antiques were. It had many levels and rooms, all of which I wished I'd had time to explore, but didn't on account of the store closing in half an hour.
My Mom was very helpful in pointing out some mystery pieces to me. All of the furniture pieces had dust on them, which only seemed to add to the allure of their age. I found some books dating back to 1915, all about baseball. Their were items big and small from wardrobes, vintage stoves and tables to figurines, bottles and antique plates and China. In my eyes, it was like getting caught up in the largest, most wonderful garage sale!
There was also a clock repair shop next to the barns. Everything from cocko to grandfather clocks were in there. That was very intriguing as well. The people there were very friendly and amiable. I will definitely return there to investigate some more and look for elusive skeleton keys, only this time I won't bump into furniture or take a spill down the steps!
To anyone who loves antiques, drop me a note! I was overwhelmed with all of the items Three Barns Full had. It is a great store with a jumble of antiques. You never know what you'll find!
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
No Time For Reading
It's a shame, really, that people no longer have time to read. Albeit I'll be focusing mainly on books, I could expand this post to include other things as well like magazines. In today's hurried and hectic work schedule and general pace of life, people have let reading fall by the way side.
Now I understand that there are responsibilities we all have such as: children, meals to cook, work, school...etc. But reading doesn't have to just be for pleasure, it can be beneficial to so many aspects of our lives.
Being a writer, perhaps I make this argument because of how beneficial it is to me. Or perhaps to someone reading this, my point of view on the argument isn't viable to others. But one of the major benefits of reading in general for me would be an expanded vocabulary. Granted, I love words to such a level that I'm constantly looking them up, playing Scrabble and doing word searches! But having a good vocabulary can enhance a person's life in so many ways. Now you may argue that you can achieve such a thing in other ways besides reading, and you'd be right. But that's not all reading benefits.
Reading can also help us gain an understanding of the world around us. Take Reader's Digest for example. Granted that not everyone subscribes to it, but within that small magazine is contained a labyrinth of information about the world around us and important issues going on.
Talking about books now. I recently finished a very good book I found at a local bookstore I frequent, and passed it on to my Mom to read. At first she was optimistic and got through the first few chapters, but then after a while she stopped and hasn't picked it up since. Obviously, back tracking to my list of life's responsibilities, she had other things to do than read. But I have come to understand it's just one of those things that hasn't been instilled in future generations. Reading has gone the way of the CD player, and CD's in general.
Take my brother for example. We are polar opposites in the way that I love to read, and he can't stand reading anything that doesn't resemble a car manual. For his 11th grade U.S History class he has to read Huck Finn. Let me be honest by telling you all I didn't like that book, but because I love reading (and it was required) I read it anyway. Every time I pick up a book I see it as an escape from the sometimes tumultuous and often monotonous pace of my life (quoting my third English 102 paper there!) Ironically, many people have let reading fall by the wayside for exactly those reasons. They're letting their life get in the way.
Reading, like Math, is one of those things we all can't get around. In these economic times, the number of book sales has declined rapidly, and I'll be honest, I've been buying at discount bookstores a lot more. But that doesn't mean I've stopped reading. Why do I still read while others don't? Because I never lost sight of the pleasure and reprieve it gives me. In addition, I've never lost sight of the many benefits of reading, and how in turn, it helps me become a better writer and gives me continual inspiration.
Whether or not you are an avid reader and enjoy books, or you're on the other side of the spectrum, I would, as always, enjoy feedback. If my argument (if it is one at all) seems haphazard I will explain by saying I write what comes to me, and this argument stemmed from observing the world around me. As they all do. Enjoy reading! And pick up a book next time won't you?
Now I understand that there are responsibilities we all have such as: children, meals to cook, work, school...etc. But reading doesn't have to just be for pleasure, it can be beneficial to so many aspects of our lives.
Being a writer, perhaps I make this argument because of how beneficial it is to me. Or perhaps to someone reading this, my point of view on the argument isn't viable to others. But one of the major benefits of reading in general for me would be an expanded vocabulary. Granted, I love words to such a level that I'm constantly looking them up, playing Scrabble and doing word searches! But having a good vocabulary can enhance a person's life in so many ways. Now you may argue that you can achieve such a thing in other ways besides reading, and you'd be right. But that's not all reading benefits.
Reading can also help us gain an understanding of the world around us. Take Reader's Digest for example. Granted that not everyone subscribes to it, but within that small magazine is contained a labyrinth of information about the world around us and important issues going on.
Talking about books now. I recently finished a very good book I found at a local bookstore I frequent, and passed it on to my Mom to read. At first she was optimistic and got through the first few chapters, but then after a while she stopped and hasn't picked it up since. Obviously, back tracking to my list of life's responsibilities, she had other things to do than read. But I have come to understand it's just one of those things that hasn't been instilled in future generations. Reading has gone the way of the CD player, and CD's in general.
Take my brother for example. We are polar opposites in the way that I love to read, and he can't stand reading anything that doesn't resemble a car manual. For his 11th grade U.S History class he has to read Huck Finn. Let me be honest by telling you all I didn't like that book, but because I love reading (and it was required) I read it anyway. Every time I pick up a book I see it as an escape from the sometimes tumultuous and often monotonous pace of my life (quoting my third English 102 paper there!) Ironically, many people have let reading fall by the wayside for exactly those reasons. They're letting their life get in the way.
Reading, like Math, is one of those things we all can't get around. In these economic times, the number of book sales has declined rapidly, and I'll be honest, I've been buying at discount bookstores a lot more. But that doesn't mean I've stopped reading. Why do I still read while others don't? Because I never lost sight of the pleasure and reprieve it gives me. In addition, I've never lost sight of the many benefits of reading, and how in turn, it helps me become a better writer and gives me continual inspiration.
Whether or not you are an avid reader and enjoy books, or you're on the other side of the spectrum, I would, as always, enjoy feedback. If my argument (if it is one at all) seems haphazard I will explain by saying I write what comes to me, and this argument stemmed from observing the world around me. As they all do. Enjoy reading! And pick up a book next time won't you?
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Painted Woodwork
For some of you this may be the most trivial of arguments. But for those of you who love historic homes as much as I do, I hope to receive your feedback!
First off, let me begin by saying I don't want to make a case against painting woodwork while sounding like I'm ranting or anything of the like. That's not what this blog was meant for. Therefore I will simply state my opinions and the reasons behind them.
I'll got for the blunt approach: I cannot stand painted woodwork. Every week I receive listings from a site called oldhouses.com. I enjoy these listings because, well, I love old houses! Lately I have seen houses that have every inch of woodwork painted. Why? Why in the world would you want to paint over the beautiful old grain and texture of the wood? Not to mention the crown molding and other intricate details historic homes so often possess?
The popular color for painting woodwork seems to be white. Now perhaps I'm biased against white itself because I prefer darker colors in a home. Sometimes in older homes the natural woodwork is covered with heavy varnishes that only dampers their appearance and makes the wood darker, but instead of painting it white you could simply strip off the old varnish and lighten the wood up.
This leads me to another point. Sometimes people want a 'fresh' look to a home. Such as bright wallpaper or paint, light colored furniture and yes, painted woodwork. I can understand wanting to bring light into a historic home. Many of them were originally very dark and unappealing. My response to that is: you can lighten up everything else without touching the woodwork. Tear down the old wallpaper, bring in light colored furniture and window treatments.
I typed the question of painted woodwork into Google and came up with answers on both ends of the argument. One website boasted that painted woodwork offers a better resale value when selling your home, while another said it would inadvertently cause untold suffering for people who buy the house later on. Still another website said "if the wood has never been painted, it most likely was never meant to be painted".
Sure, I can see it from both points of view. Houses built in the 1600 and 1700's customarily had painted woodwork, and I'll admit, it looks good. But with today's historic homes, it seems that I can't find a single one that bears the original, natural woodwork. To me, and this may seem completely crass, painting a historic home's woodwork strips the home of its character. I have always enjoyed looking at old woodwork, knowing that most of it was hand carved and hand milled. When people paint over it, yes, perhaps they're making the home their own, but it takes away from the home itself. To me, that house is no longer old but instead a carbon copy of all the others on the block with painted woodwork. To me a historic home is supposed to stand out from the monotony of painted, look-a-like homes lining today's streets. Painting the woodwork modernizes a historic home more so than it should be. And by that I mean a historic home is supposed to have modern conveniences such as: kitchen appliances, electrical and things like that, but painted woodwork? That's not modernizing a home or making it airy and light per say, it's simply covering up what makes that home unique.
If an owner's historic home has details such as: fretwork, crown molding, wainscoting, bead board, and the like I can't see why they would want to cover up such elaborate details with paint, and for the sake of what? Lighting up a room? Covering up imperfections? In my eyes, I guess I can't ever see painting woodwork because I know there are hundreds of ways to achieve a 'lighter' room without doing just that. As most of you have probably guessed by reading this post, I am the type of person that when I buy a historic home I want to leave as much of the original details and aspects of the home untouched as I can. I want it to look like I live in a historic home.
If you're reading this and you live in a historic home with painted woodwork, whether you did it yourself or bought it that way, feel free to drop me a note! And if there's someone out there that feels the same way I do, feel free to drop a note as well!
First off, let me begin by saying I don't want to make a case against painting woodwork while sounding like I'm ranting or anything of the like. That's not what this blog was meant for. Therefore I will simply state my opinions and the reasons behind them.
I'll got for the blunt approach: I cannot stand painted woodwork. Every week I receive listings from a site called oldhouses.com. I enjoy these listings because, well, I love old houses! Lately I have seen houses that have every inch of woodwork painted. Why? Why in the world would you want to paint over the beautiful old grain and texture of the wood? Not to mention the crown molding and other intricate details historic homes so often possess?
The popular color for painting woodwork seems to be white. Now perhaps I'm biased against white itself because I prefer darker colors in a home. Sometimes in older homes the natural woodwork is covered with heavy varnishes that only dampers their appearance and makes the wood darker, but instead of painting it white you could simply strip off the old varnish and lighten the wood up.
This leads me to another point. Sometimes people want a 'fresh' look to a home. Such as bright wallpaper or paint, light colored furniture and yes, painted woodwork. I can understand wanting to bring light into a historic home. Many of them were originally very dark and unappealing. My response to that is: you can lighten up everything else without touching the woodwork. Tear down the old wallpaper, bring in light colored furniture and window treatments.
I typed the question of painted woodwork into Google and came up with answers on both ends of the argument. One website boasted that painted woodwork offers a better resale value when selling your home, while another said it would inadvertently cause untold suffering for people who buy the house later on. Still another website said "if the wood has never been painted, it most likely was never meant to be painted".
Sure, I can see it from both points of view. Houses built in the 1600 and 1700's customarily had painted woodwork, and I'll admit, it looks good. But with today's historic homes, it seems that I can't find a single one that bears the original, natural woodwork. To me, and this may seem completely crass, painting a historic home's woodwork strips the home of its character. I have always enjoyed looking at old woodwork, knowing that most of it was hand carved and hand milled. When people paint over it, yes, perhaps they're making the home their own, but it takes away from the home itself. To me, that house is no longer old but instead a carbon copy of all the others on the block with painted woodwork. To me a historic home is supposed to stand out from the monotony of painted, look-a-like homes lining today's streets. Painting the woodwork modernizes a historic home more so than it should be. And by that I mean a historic home is supposed to have modern conveniences such as: kitchen appliances, electrical and things like that, but painted woodwork? That's not modernizing a home or making it airy and light per say, it's simply covering up what makes that home unique.
If an owner's historic home has details such as: fretwork, crown molding, wainscoting, bead board, and the like I can't see why they would want to cover up such elaborate details with paint, and for the sake of what? Lighting up a room? Covering up imperfections? In my eyes, I guess I can't ever see painting woodwork because I know there are hundreds of ways to achieve a 'lighter' room without doing just that. As most of you have probably guessed by reading this post, I am the type of person that when I buy a historic home I want to leave as much of the original details and aspects of the home untouched as I can. I want it to look like I live in a historic home.
If you're reading this and you live in a historic home with painted woodwork, whether you did it yourself or bought it that way, feel free to drop me a note! And if there's someone out there that feels the same way I do, feel free to drop a note as well!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Detail Oriented
Perhaps this stems from my love for writing short stories, but I have always been detail oriented.
Put me in any room and I will instantly start surveying it. Size, structure, accessories, color, texture, curtains, blinds, and view…the list goes on.
Or perhaps it stems from my obsession with old houses?
Either way, I have always gone into elaborate detail with anything. I am currently working on a story where – go figure – the characters live in an old house. I try to rein in my overactive imagination but to no avail. Therefore I pour onto the pages intricate details about a house that came from my own imagination, but somehow seems as real to me as if I was walking its halls.
I sometimes wonder if I put too much detail into my stories. When it pertains to the characters themselves I am often verbose with explanations. I form a mental image in my mind of what I think they look like, or what the buildings look like, and it’s like if I don’t get every last morsel of every last detail onto the paper, readers won’t fully understand the character or the building, or form their own mental picture of the two and I will have failed both myself and the readers.
I guess I could tip my hat to Krista’s blog entitled Lost In Thought. In her blog she wrote about over thinking things. I’m not sure if the above paragraphs about my writing habits would be a symptom of over thinking or not. But for some of you reading this post, I’ll bet what I’m writing looks neither detail-oriented nor over-thought but just…plain strange!
Going back to the whole detail thing, when I did my second English paper on Z-Spot I formed another mental image of it in my mind. And yes, again, I felt like if I didn’t get every last detail down in that image onto the paper I was failing myself, and people wouldn’t understand the shop as much. Is it an impulse to write so verbosely about something? Is it unnecessary? I’ll admit, when I write I tend to throw my entire self into the pages, whether it is a paper for English class or one of my own short stories. Writing has always been that one outlet where I unleash my overactive imagination and spill all of those intricate details onto the pages. It’s a place where I can paint every stroke of color; draw in every line and curve of the mental images that form in my mind. For who’s benefit? I don’t have a clue! When I started writing short stories in middle school I had no idea who I was writing for. I just wanted to write. It’s the same way now. Albeit someday I hope to eventually send in one of them and find that mystery audience I have been writing for all my life.
But how do my detail oriented habits affect my every day life? I am constantly surveying a room, seeing what has changed and what hasn’t. I can’t feel comfortable in a room until I’ve surveyed its every inch.
Perhaps this all sounds obsessive to you, or even maniacal. Just as I go in depth with all of my stories, so have I inadvertently gone in depth with this blog. All I can say is…it’s a habit that I’ll most likely never break and which will keep inserting itself into my blog posts no matter what I do to stop it.
Put me in any room and I will instantly start surveying it. Size, structure, accessories, color, texture, curtains, blinds, and view…the list goes on.
Or perhaps it stems from my obsession with old houses?
Either way, I have always gone into elaborate detail with anything. I am currently working on a story where – go figure – the characters live in an old house. I try to rein in my overactive imagination but to no avail. Therefore I pour onto the pages intricate details about a house that came from my own imagination, but somehow seems as real to me as if I was walking its halls.
I sometimes wonder if I put too much detail into my stories. When it pertains to the characters themselves I am often verbose with explanations. I form a mental image in my mind of what I think they look like, or what the buildings look like, and it’s like if I don’t get every last morsel of every last detail onto the paper, readers won’t fully understand the character or the building, or form their own mental picture of the two and I will have failed both myself and the readers.
I guess I could tip my hat to Krista’s blog entitled Lost In Thought. In her blog she wrote about over thinking things. I’m not sure if the above paragraphs about my writing habits would be a symptom of over thinking or not. But for some of you reading this post, I’ll bet what I’m writing looks neither detail-oriented nor over-thought but just…plain strange!
Going back to the whole detail thing, when I did my second English paper on Z-Spot I formed another mental image of it in my mind. And yes, again, I felt like if I didn’t get every last detail down in that image onto the paper I was failing myself, and people wouldn’t understand the shop as much. Is it an impulse to write so verbosely about something? Is it unnecessary? I’ll admit, when I write I tend to throw my entire self into the pages, whether it is a paper for English class or one of my own short stories. Writing has always been that one outlet where I unleash my overactive imagination and spill all of those intricate details onto the pages. It’s a place where I can paint every stroke of color; draw in every line and curve of the mental images that form in my mind. For who’s benefit? I don’t have a clue! When I started writing short stories in middle school I had no idea who I was writing for. I just wanted to write. It’s the same way now. Albeit someday I hope to eventually send in one of them and find that mystery audience I have been writing for all my life.
But how do my detail oriented habits affect my every day life? I am constantly surveying a room, seeing what has changed and what hasn’t. I can’t feel comfortable in a room until I’ve surveyed its every inch.
Perhaps this all sounds obsessive to you, or even maniacal. Just as I go in depth with all of my stories, so have I inadvertently gone in depth with this blog. All I can say is…it’s a habit that I’ll most likely never break and which will keep inserting itself into my blog posts no matter what I do to stop it.
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