The End is Nigh!

When I set out to do NaBloPoMo for a second time, there was a personal challenge in mind.

I know, I know - the fact that I claim there is purpose in my writing is unbelievable but it's true.

One thing that niggled my brain while writing over the past... counting fingers... counting toes... counting empty tequila bottles by the laptop... oh crap - however long motherbumper has been around - well what has bothered me is the long-winded style that possesses the writing here.

And that is being lenient. Sometimes the posts have been downright insane.

More than one long, convoluted verbal diatribe has broken out in my posts.

Okay, so few, if any, verbal attacks have erupted - with the exception of this (heated but hardly lengthy*), or this (lengthy but hardly heated*), or my latest focus of how Youtube has treated the Great Breast Fest Montage.
* I know there is a dick joke in there somewhere

So where was I? Oh yes, my ability to prattle on following seemingly endless and unrelated tangents that continue for scroll lengths worthy of a sweaty-faced bible-thumping travelling revival preacher.

This beleaguers me.

NaBloPoMo presented me with the chance to be succinct - a true challenge for someone who is incredibly multiloquent.

I think I achieved brevity and for that I am proud.

There is no guarantee that I will not return to my loquacious ways but at least I can look back on NaBloPoMo with pride.

And oh yes, in case you are wondering, the only book I packed on this current trip to the 'rents house was a thesaurus - thanks for asking!