Just like right now.
When I am walking around, I have these fascinating (to me) monologues going on in my head about all sorts of subjects. By the time that I reach the keyboard, they are all gone. One to three sentences later, I am done.
Just like that.
This tendency towards abbreviation affects my writing as well. When I sit down and write fiction, I write sparsely. I need an entire revision just to add in color and fluidity to a work. When I get cranking, I turn my halting words into something more beautiful. At times, that work is easy, and other times, I find that work hard.
Then I return to statements.
I did this as well back in college. I wrote out these dense, jumping papers that the teachers found difficult to follow. I made myself learn how to connect the dots together for other people. What to me seemed so obvious did not work out that well inside a paper. That worked. I could soon write an A paper with little trouble, although I always needed two drafts: the first to hammer out the idea, and the second as a complete rewrite to make the first draft readable.
In going back through my journal entries for the year, I grew annoyed at my own abbreviated entries. I know that I can do better. I know that I can create a more readable, literate journal. I think that I will begin this little project with slightly longer posts. Not hugely long, as I have no lust for producing vast tracks of monologue, but long enough to develop more ease with wordiness.