The long and the short of it...

I was reading a thread on facebook and they – writers – you know – them folk -  were talking about the length of what other people write and how can some people write stories so fast? Are they short? Do they bother reading through them and fixing them up before submitting? Then there was the usual writer who brought up that others ‘churn out’ stories, inferring she of course wouldn't.

My response to all this? Look to your own writing. Pay attention to that and not what other people are writing. Some people may consider your wordy epics to be just that. You don’t like short? Don’t write short. You don’t care for long? Ditto. Who gives a crap what others are writing? Look at the chick who wrote that tedious, amateur, oh-god-when-does-this-book-finish Shades of Grey. She spun that out into three long books. Is it any good because it’s long? Personal opinion? No. And that’s it. Personal opinion. Concern yourself with your own writing. 

Two things I learned today…

One…I’m a lot shorter than I think I am when I kick off my docs and walk around the office in my socks. That sudden loss of an inch surprised me. Typical it’s easier to lose it in height than in width. And two, after thirty odd years of not playing netball…back then I was a part of the mighty, albeit constantly losing, Snowflake team in primary school when I was 8  to 12 years old…that when faced with desperate strangers needing ring-in players or they forfeit, I can don the bib once more and be as pathetic now – albeit enthusiastic – as I was then. So, in reality, I’m shorter and I played netball - ipso facto I’m in my second childhood.