You know how rhythm is really important to me?
Here's a rather mundane example that happened to me today:
I wrote:
Big, crooked red letters with long drips of paint that ran down the fence and ended in splattered drops on the gravel.
I wanted that word crooked in there as far as description.
But it didn't fit the rhythm.
It got the axe.
1 comment:
You are an evil genius and I would volunteer to be your Igor any day.
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