If a picture paints a thousand words, then my writing approximates museum-proportion.

"Word economy is NOT my friend!" she growled in exasperation.

Obviously, this is why I was nominated for "Most Talkative" (congratulations (?) to Musings of a Housewife who apparently doesn’t know when to shut up, either 😉 ). 

I’ve been working on a sad, little 200-word essay for a few weeks now, and I’ve started and stopped and re-started and re-stopped (huh?) so many times I’ve lost count.  Two hundred words.  DO YOU KNOW HOW DIFFICULT THIS IS FOR ME WHEN I’M TRYING TO TELL A STORY???  Especially with all the verbal cues necessary to re-create the DRA-MA? 

It brings to mind all those school assignments that had a word count, and I would add all manor of adjectives and determiners to s t r e t c h it out to the required length. 

That’s laughable to me, now. 

W h e w…okay…I feel better now.  Back to the tortuous mini-essay. 

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