Pride with a Right

Pride with a Right
What you do; the work of your hands, those beautiful results of hard work, concentration and grand patience: the result of redoes and corrections, trials and errors and final touches; that one no one should despise. Or mess.
I read a lot; averagely so, anyway. I read widely and selectively. And I appreciate a good read, and the man, woman or child behind that read which I consider great. From a thousand-page book, to a fraction of a page article, to a single witty line. A good read turns me on; emotionally, and most often too, intellectually.
A good read does things to me. It gets me laughing; or just smiling and grinning, involuntarily…all on my own! A good read gets me thinking; which is something that not so many people or things have managed to get me to do.
I applaud creative writers; the serious and the comical minds behind words on paper and on screen. I am more into creative stuff because that shit really gets me. And I get it. Facts and figures…well… those I find a little out of my league. I do not identify with such. So when I go after them, it is always only with one intention: To get informed.
But with creative imaginative stuff, I go there just to lose myself. (Which is something I am often into: Getting lost.)I go there in search of some sort of identification too; to see if I can identify with the artist, see how much the writer sees the world my way…how much they see the world just the way it is!
Creating creative stuff from real ordinary shit that everyone knows about and sees every day; things that people know about but don’t have a way of speaking of. Either because the topics are necessarily shaming, or even controversial, but still things that people see, hear about, and even experience. Writing something that gets someone to think, “How can you even say that? It is O so true!” That is what defines an artist from a not-so-artistic person.
And that is something which, if you have it, that talent in art, the creation of stuff where none previously existed; where none could ever be imagined. That is something to embrace, in whatever field you may find yourself.
It is just like a potter and their clay.
Simple common earth we all step on; just the right person comes by and moulds it into a classic piece!
I am not bragging. I’m just saying: There are some of my pieces that I read through and my heart races. I feel a rush. A very pleasuring rush; and with excitement and anticipation, my heart races.
It is like you are a teenage kid staring right at a pair of live tits, on the exposed chest of your major crush! A chest exposed just for your sight. It gets you O so excited! And you are so eager to touch, hold and explore. It all seems too good, too beautiful to be real! Your whole body aching to be right there, on the pair, but the tension; man the tension feels so fucking good!
It is even greater when it is a product of your own conjure ups.

I love writing.
So I heard about this grammarly thing; some software or application or whatever. Well, this is where I should stop writing, pause to go find out for you exactly what this grammarly thing is; I mean, aren’t I supposed to be informing you? Still, I feel a little lazy. So I will hope you know what it is I speak about, and if you don’t, then I will hope you give enough of a hoot to go find out by yourself the proper name for this grammarly thing.
Anyway, this grammarly thing, you just pass your hard work over to it so it can correct the real and imagined grammatical errors and mistakes for you.
Sometimes it is considerate enough to serve you with options…(maybe you meant to write this, or that or the other!) Other times, though, it just goes fully plagiarist and takes on your work to make it its own, to edit, correct and rewrite according to its will; a will that most often won’t meet your own needs.
For simple little understandable typing errors, this thing can be quite helpful. But you can’t just be lazy, scribble your way through a page and hurriedly pass it onto Mr. Grammarly to clean it all up for you. Your script could come out completely transformed. The thing will change your wording, punctuation and even presentation, and consequently the entire meaning of your piece.
Maybe I am the wrong one here. Maybe that was not how it happened. Maybe it is just me who didn’t know how to use the thing. Just maybe.
Still, after I trusted this thing and it let me down bad, after then, I have learnt to do my pieces the good old way. I write by myself and I edit by myself. It is not always the best way, but it sure does feel right sometime.
Because after I used it once, this grammarly thing, I didn’t like it.
Most of my lines were sitting on loads and loads of green zigzag lines. Reason? Wordiness!
And I tried to read my sentences, see how wordy they could feel if said out loud, and I realized Not. At. All!
Someone can read all these in one breath!
And I believe that, if it can all be said in one breath, then it isn’t at all too long or too wordy.

Anyway how could the grammarly thing know that? The thing doesn’t bear any breaths to give or to hold!
I ‘wordy’ my articles a lot.

I am so wordy in fact that doing my composition writing assignments back in the day, when everybody else in class were struggling, grappling around for words with which they could hit the count, all I could be doing is pray the teacher was serious about the ‘a minimum of’ phrase in her instructions. That way I could feel safe to go and go and go, and not be penalised for going and going and going!

I wordy my articles for a reason.

First, because it will make my readers lose their breath trying to catch up with the speed of the wording… and to the next pause! After, they will most probably think it was the content that raised the rates of their heart beat. And if you read something and it affects you like that; and it raises your heart beat…that stuff must be really really good. Like good weed! Or good sex! The longer you can hold it, the greater the pleasure!
Wordiness drives the point home for me. Meaning and emotion all wrapped together to give you a fantastic read. That is what makes a reader look at the end of an article, to find the contacts of the writer, so they can comment, leave their rants and raves, for or against the topic; and their position on the topic, powered by the energy from holding their breath so long looking to reach the next pause so they can finally exhale! Waiting to exhale.
Your heart beat screaming murder, and your blood pressure shooting up a couple of levels, and your general feeling inciting, “This article’s O so good! What a great read! It left me O so breathless, I just couldn’t put it down!”
So to all you writers out there; budding, upcoming and thriving; I say you just do your thing. Do not try to copy anyone. Don’t even strive to conform to the existing styles or trends. Just do your thing! If you do your thing big enough, your thing will soon become a trend to be trended, followed and emulated. Besides the satisfaction of having a write of your on turning you on, the same writes might even cut you a niche in that green leafy habitat of renown, appreciated and celebrated writers.
I can still advise you, I mean, do I have to have been-there-done-that to be some kind of a hero?
That said; I do not encourage that you dish out low-key work, full of grammatical errors and mistakes. Some important readers find such mistakes as repulsive as puke spills on a dinner table.
So, if the only way to hit it right is to go grammarly or turnitin, then I say go on. Just make sure the grammarly and turnitin are at your service, not you at theirs. Your meaning; that sense you want to convey, do not let anyone, or anything, globally acknowledged or not, cause you to change it.
That said, do not mistake this one here for a headlight to go blog (in)sensitive, incriminating (and especially politically unsettling) shit. You will find yourself hauled behind them bars faster than you can say grammarly.
So, yeah. Have a creative spell.