Yes, that is the burning question for today's post. Do we write an incredibly long and seriously verbose post, aka Biggie Wiggie? Or, do we write a post that is wickedly short on grammar and gets to the point, aka Teensie Weensie?
If this was a Teensie Weensie, then the only thing I would tell you is that if you stumble over to the house next door, you will see part deux of Autumn on Cedar Mountain 2012.
If this was a Biggie Wiggie, then not only would I tell you to stumble over to the house next door, but I would start to prattle on about how the writing bug finally bit me but it didn't bite me in the right place and that I started writing a seriously long post (five hand written pages so far, which translates to two and a half blog pages) about what I should work on next, 'cause you know that what I'm writing now isn't necessarily fit for normal human consumption.
And I would probably tell you the reason as to why I'm asking this seemly innocuous question is that I got the final version of my manuscript back from my publisher and I spent the past few days going over it with a fine tooth comb.
But, since this is a combo Teensie Weensie/Biggie Wiggie post, I will leave you with this thought that I'd posted for a status update on Facebook (people, if you want to see a side of me that I rarely show here on the blog, you should subscribe to my status updates).
The working definition of "Stress" for a writer is this: The overwhelming need to return the final version of the book back to the publisher so that the final course of action can be taken, versus the overwhelming need to point out a half-dozen very nit-picky, yet somewhat noticeable grammar/punctuation errors to the publisher that you found while proofing the final version, versus facing the overwhelming fact that should you point this out to the publisher the book may be put to the back of the line so that it could be properly fixed.