Ok, I confess, it’s been a while …too long of a while, perhaps…since I’ve had a good, (I’d like to say old fashioned, but the term doesn’t quite apply), long-winded, I’m-going-nowhere-quicker-than-you-can-say-Diagon-Alley-or-Eeylops-Owl-Emporium, kind of natter. (You know you love my mutterings. Admit it!) So do sit back, relax, and keep up, if you can!
Here I am, after a long, tiring day of work (I manage a medical office and handle all the paperwork, phone calls, insurance, correspondence, appointments, supply orders, figures, charge entry… well, you get the point), after being pulled in three or four different directions at once, generally, all on roughly 4 hours of interrupted sleep. Meaning, that during the 4 hours sleep I managed to acquire, Orangie (my Beloved kitty/pooz) woke me up at least three times and then, around 4:30 AM decided it was time to get up! Needless to say I was not really amused.
Yet, my point, if I really must have one (which I don’t, as you are all very well aware ) (and if you aren’t, you may wish to read over my first two posts found under my About Page) (yes, harmless, if shameless, self promotion there. Do be kind) …um., yes my point being that, although I am running on very little sleep and copious quantities of caffeine, (and admittedly a generous dash or three of sugar) and although I promised my co-workers that I would be going to bed tonight nearly as soon as I walked in the door, here I am, sitting at my laptop, listening to music (Hans Zimmer Themes from various movies, mostly) (they really are inspiring, actually!), writing and talking, for all intents and purposes, to you. (hows that for a 90+ word sentence with a reading scale of 34.6!)
Yes, I confess, I love to concoct absurdly long, compound-complex sentences just for the sheer exhilaration of seeing how many words I can cram into one phrase and how difficult I can make it for the reader to follow what it is that I’m nattering on about. Although that might sound counter-productive, I do find that prattling on at breakneck pace has its advantages. For one thing, I don’t get bored and I don’t tend to think my readers do either ( in spite of the fact that I sometimes lose my thoughts and have to re-read what I’ve written to figure out what it is that I wrote!)
Ok, that might sound somewhat Sherlock Holmes-ish or far too Dickensian for your taste; I admit it, and some, if not most, people, I do believe, would rather read Dr Seuss than Shakespeare (or, to hold the continuity of the subject a bit more laterally, Dickens), but I prefer to work for what I’m reading, which, I’m sorry to say, means that, occasionally, you get dragged down into the quagmire of my musings as well, while I pour out words like wine.
Oh, to be sure, it might be a rather cheap, inexpensive wine; definitely not that bottle that’s been around so long that no one really knows how old it is or if it’s still at all palatable… or if it’s, by this time, turned into something that more closely resembles writing ink than a robust Cabernet Sauvignon, but wine nevertheless, because you cannot help (at least I hope) but drink in these words and get caught up in their heady, giddy ambiance.
Drunk on words, perhaps? Yes, quite possibly, but it beats the alternative and I don’t often wake up with a hangover after spending an evening imbibing on language and literary lyricism.
These are but wild and whirling words, my Lord.
I’m sorry they offend you, heartily. Yes faith, heartily.
(Hamlet : Act 1, Scene 5)
(It’s also been a while since I made you read Shakespeare, but hopefully that wasn’t too painful) So while Sherlock utters unimaginable prognostications that spin your head (and sometimes your senses) in a dozen directions; while Shakespeare flaunts his verbose majesty in delicious, archaic form; while the good Dr Suess states categorically “I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells.” (an observation with which I whole-heartedly agree); I shall whimsically, whirlingly and, yes, sometimes wildly, pour forth these seemingly directionless dialogues with little more than a smile and a wink, offering up otherwise inconsequential drivel to amuse, bemuse and, perhaps, disabuse.
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