Well oddly enough I tend to write as I speak, unless I'm preparing a formal document such as a book review, or news post or something academic, and even then, it's sort of how I would speak in that situation given a bit more time to choose propper words .
Mrs. Dark, who I first corresponded by email with for a good six months before actually speaking to her on the phone or meeting her in person said rather the same thing, that I'm pretty much the same by writing as in person.
I do tend to wiz through my posts, but that to make sure of coherence rather than worry about offending people, since usually I've found that people won't get offended so long as I actually take note of what they've said and avoid getting personal, not to mention acknolidging of course if I have made a mistake with someone, sinse obviously no communication is perfect in any form at all and I am far from infallible.
Well oddly enough I tend to write as I speak, unless I'm preparing a formal document such as a book review, or news post or something academic, and even then, it's sort of how I would speak in that situation given a bit more time to choose propper words .
Mrs. Dark, who I first corresponded by email with for a good six months before actually speaking to her on the phone or meeting her in person said rather the same thing, that I'm pretty much the same by writing as in person.
I do tend to wiz through my posts, but that to make sure of coherence rather than worry about offending people, since usually I've found that people won't get offended so long as I actually take note of what they've said and avoid getting personal, not to mention acknolidging of course if I have made a mistake with someone, sinse obviously no communication is perfect in any form at all and I am far from infallible.
Of course, I'm learning like everyone else, indeed to quote a rather nice homily, the day you stop learning is the day you die.
With our dreaming and singing, Ceaseless and sorrowless we! The glory about us clinging Of the glorious futures we see,
Our souls with high music ringing; O men! It must ever be
That we dwell in our dreaming and singing, A little apart from ye. (Arthur O'Shaughnessy 1873.)