There is something I need to get off my chest. It is constantly nagging me. I’m hoping that by letting it out, I can move on and get going. That we all can. The elephant in the room is called:
Writing in English.
Part of writing this blog is to just DO IT, get some words down, get it flowing. Practice. Because it is HARD people, to write in a language that is not your own. To construct the sentence, know the appropriate words, how to spell them God dammit, the metaphors the language use (like talking till the cows come home – THAT I know how to do) and the biggest mother of them all: punctuation. Who invented the English comma? Can we kill them? Second to punctuation comes prepositions. For me they work in the following way: fill a bag with English prepositions, shake it well, pick at random, check it later. Sometimes I see it, sometimes I don’t.
So I need to tell you: this is practice.
I don’t work in advertising like many bloggers do. I’m not here to promote myself and my excellent writing skills for some job or career. In actual fact, I think blogging is probably the worst career move I’ve ever made. I’m pretty sure it would be considered unprofessional by most academics. THAT I don’t care about.
But I care about my writing. I’m trying to become good at it. This is me learning by doing. To the native English speakers out there, who sometimes feel the electric shock from the massive error they just discovered: before you judge me, translate this blog into German, Spanish, French or whatever language you learned at school and then we can talk.