My strongest memories of my days as a university student — a short, unfocused, uncompleted part of my life — are sitting in front of a Sanyo MBC-550 (a “somewhat PC compatible computer”) at 3:00 a.m. trying to squeeze out another 125 words into an essay so I could meet the minimum 1,000 or 3,000 or 5,000 words dictated by the professor.
I’m sure many in the readership have been in the same place faced with the same daunting challenge. And you probably employed many of the same stretching techniques I did — “he moved” becomes “he changed his location,” and, presto, 2 more words!
While I’m certain I learned some things during that aborted year, the pleasures of the pen was not among them.
Which is why it amazes me that, in the 42 months that this website has played its current role, I’ve written 187,273 words here. That’s an average of about 140 words per day.
Now of course idle musings about the state of the local telephone company, the ramblings of my wee son, and whatever illuminated animals have taken over my neighbourhood hardly compares to serious ruminations on the relationship of Pliny the Younger to the Praetor of the Centumviral Court.
But I do enjoy it. And that’s something.