Fiction should be special: eloquent, efficient, and edgy;
suspenseful, silky, and slim. But as the above sentence demonstrates, too much of a good
thing can feel like, well—eating four slices of chocolate mousse cheesecake
washed down with a gigantic mug of chocolate malt. It no longer appeals. It’s
too rich, too fattening—too much.
Sometimes a basic, serviceable sentence is just what you
need, particularly in dialogue or the connections between sentences and scenes.
Sometimes it’s better to just say it. Otherwise, you might generate a construction
like this:
Where initially the tightly curled
nubs of buds, then later on the big, green hands of leaves, and after that the
red, juicy, fragrant clusters of fruit decorated the entire tree, now the
branches stood bare.
Maybe you should just say “In winter”?
Instead of cleverly trying to insert model T’s, Chanel
suits, Charles Lindbergh headlines, or Twitter, might it be reasonable to
simply mention the date?
Direct expression beats florid, circuitous language. If every
sentence is long and elaborate, if every fact is oblique, and every word resonant,
multi-syllabic and striking, how can you emphasize what you need to? How can you
be clear yet concise? How can you develop a close, warm relationship with your
readers if you relentlessly disseminate imposing messages from a distant peak? To
seem real you have to sound real. At least some of the time.
Tip: You don’t
want you or your novel to sound like a grocery list. You don’t want to sound
like a famous 19th century writer, either.
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