So I've managed to negotiate computer time.. but I can't manage to make my ideas conform to it. Here I have the computer all to myself. Nice. Quiet. Morning. Great. In fact, my mother was sleeping when I took control of the keyboard but I didn't want to wake her with the sound of the coffee bean grinder and the morning has progressed without coffee so that all I can think of is an old Far Side cartoon with a dog hearing his master's commands as "blah blah blah blah Rover blah blah blah" but in my case it's "yawn yawn yawn yawn coffee yawn yawn yawn" and my mind is drifting while I can't think of anything to write but wonder instead if the dog's name was really Rover or if it was Fido and I'm intrigued by my stream of consciousness and my ability to write without punctuation as I contemplate the question of whether I'm completing a run-on sentence or managing to compete with James Joyce. Whew! A period. That was nice.
I need a Diet Coke or a laptop.
PS. In 2001 James Joyce's record for the longest sentence in the English language (in Ulysses) was shattered by Jonathan Coe in his novel The Rotter's Club. 13,955 words? One sentence? Forty pages? Are you kidding me? And I thought Faulkner and Hemingway were long-winded!
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Faulkner and Hemingway WERE long-winded. They were also short-winded. Faulkner once wrote a 5 word chapter "My mother is a fish". (As I Lay Dying)
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