Today's post is a little on the navel-gazing, mousy side, but I am making up for it with a picture of the ever-adorable Espen. Couldn't you just kiss those cheeks? I do :)
One of the things that often stops me from blogging more often is that I have so much to say that each post is nigh-unto a novella by the time I'm done. And if I'm going to be completely honest here, I think the point is that it takes me about three times as long as the average person to get to the point. See, couldn't you have said that in about half the wordage?
I am loooongwinded.
I was talking to Stepper the other day about how longwindedness comes from a fondness for words. When you like words as much as I do, you find yourself trying to use as many of them as possible while conveying even the simplest ideas. I do it in talking and I do it in writing. And now I'm doing it again!
I've noticed that my blog posts tend to be pages and pages long (how do you say that in terms of computers? Screens and screens?) where lots of people seem to manage to whip up wonderfully charming posts in just a couple of paragraphs and a picture. And while I have fun crafting my beloved words into sentence upon sentence, I often find myself wondering if anyone is still with me at the end.
Is there anybody out there?
So, in a bold attempt to keep my tens of readers with me, I'm going to ask you what you think. Do I drivel on endlessly without any rhyme or reason, and if so, do you like it that way? Or do you prefer the kind of blog that actually ponies up a point every once in a while?