
Rules are meant to be broken, right? That’s certainly what happened to my ‘80 words’ rule anent my hardcover journals. It started with poetry. I was thinking that there were some poems that I would absolutely love to capture in their entirety, even though they fall outside my rule. So, what is a rule without an exception, right?
Then, I came across a wonderful dialogue with Sugar. I really did not want to break it up and get only two or three blocks of eighty words. The problem with breaking rules is that it becomes a habit. I got the whole dialogue, but it really runs foul of my rule, by about 700 words. And now there really is no rule.
Yet, I do want to limit these lengthy entries. I believe that one of the keys to the reading experience I have been enjoying is that the entries have been very brief - both brief and very meaningful. It is easy and pleasant to read. It takes more time and a lot more concentration to read a thousand words, even if is delightful and means the world to me.
While I am in confession mode, I have also let in “1984” and “Hamlet” into the mix. I wasn’t going to do that, but I find so much power and beauty in those works, so that I was swept away with the idea of reading and rereading such immortal passages day after day.
With these changes, I only hope that I will not have weighed down the material so heavily that I will now find myself growing tired of my constant rereadings, finding a new aversion to taking a hardcover journal from my shelves, deciding that I must hunger to do something else instead, and leaving these journals to collect dust and cobwebs, like all the other projects of my restless and unaccomplished life.