The Big Daddy and I often talk about writing. He writes professional papers. I write here. Every conversation comes down to the same thing..........being concise. Writing enough to get your point across but not so much that you bore your audience to death.
It's a tightrope. A tightrope cluttered with words.
I often come up with a sentence that I fall in love with. Crazy, head over heels, oh-my-God-you're-a-brilliant-sentence. Then I read it over and over. It's so cute! Isn't it cute? You guys, don't you think it's cute???? At some point, though, it starts to not work but I'm not a quitter. Well, maybe when it comes to jobs these last few years. I fight for the rights of a sentence far longer than I should.
Eventually I delete it just to see if it reads better, and it never fails that My Boyfriend of a Sentence makes everything better as soon as he is erased. Like this one.................
There is a fine line between melancholy and wonder.
As much as I loved this sentence, and copied and pasted it somewhere for posterity, even as its author I have failed to have any understanding of what it means.
There's plenty more of that crap in the vault ;)