I'm done ranting for a while. Hey, we all have buttons to be pushed. Mine include evil governments and bad drivers.
My boss resurrected an old, old word today. He was talking with me and said the following, "[ECD], sometimes in your voice it's very easy to tell that you are nervous. You sound very choppy. You need to be more smooth. Cool Hand Luke, you know."
And I remembered, and told him, that that very word, choppy, came up nearly 20 years ago, from my high school English teacher.
She said that I had talent but that my writing was a little too choppy. I have never forgotten those words.
So I talk choppy and I write choppy. Is there no hope for me?
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Call me Choppie
Posted by Eastcoastdweller at 3:00 PM
Labels: poor pitiful me
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4 comments:
Plenty of hope. You are smooth when you are not nervous, right? I rather like your writing style. Besides, we all have our tells. I guess we can work on them to not make less obvious.
Hemingway wrote choppy, and he did OK -- until that moment with the 12-gauge, at least -- so there is definitely hope.
Choppy is good - and if that's all anyone complains about then hey you must be doing something right :)
Hi there. I found you over at Maria & her cupcakes. I don't know about the choppiness in your writing part but as for the speaking, might I suggest Toastmasters? Toastmasters is a non-profit member-based organization that focuses on enhancing one's leadership qualities and communication skills. You can learn more about them (and no, this isn't spam) at www.Toastmasters.org
Nice blog, I will be back.
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