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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