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... that I have forgotten how to properly punctuate. I throw commas around like they are confetti. This is probably what I get for being a mathematician instead of studying to be a writer. Writing is more fun. Especially since nobody will play Equate with me. Oh for the days when I was the voice of reason to my fellow math geeks, and would explain that the "squiggly bracket" was actually called a brace, and that, yes, the "dot with a comma under it" had a name. (Really. It's a semi-colon. I'm not making it up.)
Oddly, said friends were more impressed that I could answer random, middle-of-the-night phone calls about dodecahedrons.
That was fun. I need me some more geeky math peeps. (College was 15 years ago now...)
In any event, it slows the writing down when you argue with yourself over commas vs. semi-colons vs. nothing at all. I've been messing with the same story for over a week... and when I can't get happy with the content, I start picking apart the sentences. (We need more synonyms for soap.)
Oddly, said friends were more impressed that I could answer random, middle-of-the-night phone calls about dodecahedrons.
That was fun. I need me some more geeky math peeps. (College was 15 years ago now...)
In any event, it slows the writing down when you argue with yourself over commas vs. semi-colons vs. nothing at all. I've been messing with the same story for over a week... and when I can't get happy with the content, I start picking apart the sentences. (We need more synonyms for soap.)
