Unfortunately, I've spent more than a week on the post I want to go with it because my writing has become lugubrious, clunky and annoying. It chases its own tail. Takes me eight paragraphs of self-conscious, passive-aggressive double speak to say 'good morning' and even then it's all impenetrable, multi-footnoted and semi-coloned bombast. My writing these days can best be described as downright jungle-y; to go the distance with it, you'd have to hack through quite a bit of underbrush and overwrought clauses springing out at you from nowhere. Not to mention the pointlessly arcane words buzzing around your face like bottom heavy tsetse flies. I can't stop thinking about my personal drama, so I can't stop over thinking my writing, the thing that has always flowed so magically from me onto the page.  (See? There's not anything that certain parties can't take from me.) 

Also, the dilemma of deciding whether to take half an hour -- that invariably becomes two for the lugubrious among us --  from job searching to post can make you hyperventilate. What if posting keeps me from doing a better job applying for a position I might have gotten. Since no one ever tells you anything about an application that doesn't get you an interview, this is an extremely good way to get more and more of us to just give up.

I need a program that gives me a few warning bells then automatically prevents me from further editing - that's where the pettifoggery slips in - and posts the post.  That'd teach me.

So, when I can stop writing like a Marxist blowhard, I have lots of brilliant stories to tell about we 'new' poor, we Family Court victims, and life during a recession so well entrenched that the unemployed have been all but written off.  

Difficult as it is, I'll stop before I rewrite this into 4,000 words.