And This is Why We Don’t Rush

I get home from work, my second week of a phased return, and I set down and start writing. I quickly read it, do a few edits and Shazzam it’s posting time.

I change out of my work clothes into something that’s not as hot and uncomfortable, make a coffee and settle down to ‘cruise the net.’ I notice I have a new follower so I pay them a visit and follow back. So far so good.

Then I notice I have a comment on my latest post. I check it for approval and find it is less than flattering. I scratch my head and ponder this not so polite feedback. I decide after a couple of harumps (a combination of a snort and a huh noise) to delete this offending remark.

Then I peruse reddit.com and find a similar remark. Not by the same person. Essentially saying the same thing. I decide to re-read my article (sorry, try as I might, I cannot stop calling my posts that) and really don’t see the problem.

I then call my daughter over to read it and ask for her prognosis.

It’s bad. I was indeed guilty of the offence that I’d been accused of.

Twice.

Three times if you count my family members opinion.

The offence? I’d written a film review that was basically “all shirt and no trousers.”

I’d spent a good seventy percent of the article setting up the basic plot of the film (quite well I might modestly add) but, when it came time to give proof of my claims of the films superiority, I badly let the side down.

I was in such a rush to write the thing and trying to be so careful to not spoil anything for the reader, you know just in case they might want to watch the film, that I left out any evidence of greatness.

I had to hang my head in shame. But not for long, I had to re-write the last half of the piece so I could at least substantiate my claim.

So if you read my post on Inception (2010) Matrix for the new Millenium? Please feel free to have another look.

This time I think I’ve written an article with a shirt and trousers.