In one of the Communications courses I took in college many moons ago, I did an extra credit paper (no, notta goody two-shoes, I took my education seriously, as everyone should) based on a very unique writing exercise. My instructor for that particular course suggested that those of us who desired to become writers someday should do it every now-n-then just to keep our thought processes in our writing up to snuff, so to say. Quite frankly, I haven't done this in about a good 24 to 25 years, so I thought to myself "What the hell?" Plus since I will be autoposting this while here at my 2nd job, it's the perfect length piece to write this evening. P.S. I won't get in trouble, the younger employees beneath me (no pun intended!) are allowed to do their homework and/or reading whenever the evenings are slow, just as tonight is.
The exercise goes something like this - rather than write out paragraph after paragraph about one's subject material, take all the central key points and/or themes of your subject material, try to fit them neatly into one giant paragraph and see what happens. The trick of it all is that after doing so and submitting it to one's audience, those who read the piece will find it 100% totally ambigous; in other words, they won't be able to tell if it's fact or fiction, or in my own words, the truth or purely unadulterated bullshit. I aced this exercise many years ago but I don't know if I will tonight. Let's find out, shall we? Gawd, I hope this turns out right...lol. Okay, central key points and/or themes....here we go....
I have the crystal ball and a rare copy of the Seven Books of Moses. No, it's not the crystal ball of Kolmandar, that's not its source of origin. No, not the books of Moses the Catholics and Jews claim to have in safekeeping, this copy is the real McCoy, the one that those careless translators omitted in their texts and footnotes, at least in those translations from the year 1572 onward. Elise went to Europe in 1939 to retrieve them from the family clan that had protected those two items for an extremely long time, generation after generation. She got her hands on them before Hitler and his thugs could get them; but, he obviously wanted them very badly, otherwise he wouldnt have told his wolfpack commanders to locate and torpedo the ATHENIA. After her rescue, she took the next ship to America and placed the small leather sachtel she was rescued with in the upstairs attic at the old family homestead. That's where it remained until her death, until they were given to me. When my great-grandparents picked her up at the train that originated in Montreal, Canada, and asked her why she had very little luggage on her, her only response was "Oh well, one must travel lightly when swimming in the Atlantic Ocean this time of year!" That woman was my hero in every sense of the word.
Well, I think I did it. Of course, I wont really know until any of you, should you choose to do so, give me some feedback. When I write my pieces I like big, meaty paragraphs. Granted, I too dont like to read pieces that are "too long" either but I don't look at my writing in that context - I just figure I have a lot to share and I need the space for which to do it in. Regardless of your own sentiments on the matter, one thing is for sure, this baby is definitely one of my shorter pieces! Thanks for reading everyone.
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