pulp diction

Soundtrack:  Sensistar, “Legalize My Life”
Sale Shop Market Stock Shelf pulp diction
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Sometimes it’s possible to be so perfectionistic as to be unproductive.  I know I’m capable of holding standards for my writing that are so high, I find myself two or three weeks without posting anything on my blog.  I’m still guilty of doing that on the Madison.com version of this blog.  Yet I still wonder sometimes if I’m engaging in some sort of pulp diction.

Toward that end, NaBloPoMo has been good for me, because it has helped me stop over-censoring myself, and just let my writing flow.

But on Day 25 of 30 of this effort to post every day for the month of November, I wonder if the pendulum hasn’t swung too far in the quantity direction.

I think my posts for this month have been of pretty high quality.  Of course, it helps to have major life changes while doing this exercise.  I think it’s safe to say that this revolution has been televised.  Perhaps well-televised.  Perhaps to a nauseating level.

I can churn out massive quantities of stuff, but there are limits to which, you, gentle reader, are willing to read it all.  You’re online for your own reasons, and are reading this for your own reasons.

I think I’m getting to the point where both you and I are reaching saturation.  Which is why this is NaBloPoMo, and not NaBloPoYe (National Blog Posting Year).  Still, I wish the month were a Baha’i month because a month on the Baha’i calendar has only nineteen days.  That seems saner to me now.

Not that I’m at the point where I am ready to post the lyrics to “Mary Had a Little Lamb” as I once did when trying to keep up with writing in a dated diary book.  No sirree, not I.

“Mary had a, um…well, you know.  Ah, forget it.”

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