This is a story about punctuation...

When I was at primary school, aged 4 years old, I drew a picture of a visit to see my grandparents. Specifically, I remembered seeing my grandmother, with bleached blonde hair, and my grandparent's dog.

I was asked to also describe the family visit. Having written the story, I then considered the fact that I had not punctuated the tale. I knew that full stops - periods - were the most important punctuation mark, and so I proceeded to decorate my story with a few randomly placed dots.

Having scattered my full stops throughout the prose that I had written, I then thought that the little dots didn't look very big in comparison with my large and unwieldy handwriting. At age 4 years old, I hadn't achieved a nice neat flowing form of handwriting. In fact, I was lucky if I could get my 'b's and my 'd's the right way around.

In order to draw greater attention to my punctuative efforts, I then embellished each period with more emphasis.

Unsatisfied with the balance between characters and symbols, I decided that I should just put a great big ball between every single word. Extrapolating from the rule that every sentence must be terminated with a dot, I reasoned that every word would benefit from being demarcated with a gigantic black mark.

And so, a perfectly reasonable tale about me spending time with my bottle-blonde grandmother, became a rather bizarre study of how not to do punctuation.

Punctuation, now, for me, is something technical. As a computer programmer, the use of a semicolon is quite essential to mark the end of a concise instruction for a computer to follow. A wayward full stop can cause many thousands of lines of code to fail to successfully be assembled into a computer program. When I write, I assume that I am programming the minds of my readers, and that I must use punctuation to precisely instruct their minds, or else they will reject what I write with a simple error message: syntax error!

I was going to write you a lovely story this evening, about all manner of real-world matters that you could relate to, but instead I feel that I have to self-consciously apologise for the over-punctuation of my texts. I feel that what I have written to date is absolute garbage, because I haven't had the time to read it all and trim away the unnecessary commas that I inserted in the interests of legibility and clarity.

With the most casual of comments, a friend has drawn attention to the fact that I have a tendency to over-punctuate my prose, and it has caused me to call into question everything I have written to date. It's hard, neither having an editor - a proofreader - nor having the time to be able to pore over my output, and perform some kind of quality control process, myself.

If what I'm writing is unreadable crap, so be it. I've just got to get it out there at this stage, because it's been bouncing around the inside of my cranium for far too long. I bitterly regret not making greater efforts to achieve a higher standard of writing that may have avoided 'turning off' many of the people whose opinion I would value, but I've been shooting from the hip. I connect my brain directly to my keyboard, and out it all pours.

It seems like my love of commas has reached epic proportions. Even I think "maybe I have somewhat overdone it" when I glance briefly back over my text, before publishing. However, unless you have the time to read what you have written back again, and to test for the natural points where you would pause for breath, it's very hard to put punctuation in and get it right first time.

If my comma-heavy writing is destroying the enjoyment of what I write, I'm devastated. I've only ever tried to write in an accessible style; attempting to avoid pseudo-intellectual bullshit littered with words and a literary approach that is only ever designed to scream "fuck you! I'm smart!" at the top of my insecure lungs. Screw you, you English literature douchebags. Screw you, you fucking poncey twats with your past participles and split infinitives. Fuck you all to hell. Just write some fucking shit that people can read and understand. Fuck you with your use of a zillion words that your thesaurus told you would be equivalent to their more obvious counterparts. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on, for pontificating, posturing and your pomposity. Just write something readable for fuck's sake.

If what I write is unreadable, because of my over-eagerness to punctuate in such a way as to delimit each point that I make, then I feel that I have crashed and burned. I feel that everything that I have written to date is a dreadful failure, and I have screwed up in the most horrible way imaginable. I feel that I may have fallen at the first hurdle.

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