by Steed Dropout
Sept. 26, 2015
OR HOW I LEARNED TO STOP HATING BAD WRITING AND LOVE UNNECESSARY WORDS
“Black darkness, burning fire, and malignant cancer.” Perhaps you can spot the unnecessary words. String enough of these redundancies together and, brother, you’ve got a bloated sentence.
Here at Reporter, we live by the sword, whacking unnecessary words, like a Hemingway.
It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t lean–a trend in fiction and prose since Hemingway. There’s even software to turn your prose into Hemingway’s.
I had an editor once who asked me to write features like Hemingway, then this editor began adding words to my copy (awkwardly), ruining my rhythm and rime.
I made a supreme sacrifice. I quit.
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