I have always been wordy. In my first run at college I had a creative writing class, and everyone else wrote a short story that clocked in somewhere around 7, 10, 12 pages.
Mine? 22. This is why I cannot "tweet".
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But I think I'm more wordy these days than I used to be.
I happened to be looking for a story I wrote around 1991 and dug deep into the morasse which is the basement in order to find it. I was dismayed to discover--I thought--that I had no single complete copy of the story. Finally, I decided just to read what I had of it, and dug the folder I'd discovered out of the filing cabinet and took it upstairs to sort through.
...and discovered that what was there was the complete printout of the story.
There wasn't much there; it couldn't have been more than 120 pages or so, single-spaced. And this was a fairly complex story!
Then I remembered that I used to have that problem: I'd write a story and it would come out to novella length. I couldn't write them much longer or shorter, for some reason.
Compare that to one of my later attempts which clocked in around 300 pages. And one monster that's over 600. These days, my stories are longer than they used to be. I'm not sure whether that's a good thing or a bad thing.
Brevity is the soul of wit; I've never been very witty....
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So apparently there's a new Miyazaki/Ghibli film out today. How did I miss this? The first I heard of it was a commercial on TV Thursday evening.
Gake no ue no Ponyo is the title, "Ponyo on the Cliff by the Sea"; but in the US it's simply Ponyo.
I'm expecting to take the fiancee to see it on Monday.