"Brevity is the soul of wit." - William Shakespeare
That is very true, I think.
I've never been a fan of slogging through text to get to the point of what someone is trying to say. As a writer, I delight in taking a written piece and trimming down the words. It's actually something of a game to me -- a puzzle-solving game. I try to preserve the spirit of the piece and not lose an ounce of meaning, even as I chop out word after word. I force myself to keep only the words that truly matter ... that carry the meaning.
A few years ago, I had fun taking some stories of my own invention and snipping words until I was left with exactly 100. Here is the result of one of those experiments:
“Hey, you wanna play tic-tac-toe?” Startled, I glanced up to see a freckle-faced boy. I didn’t know his name, but I recognized him as the kid with bright red hair who had sat to my left in class all morning, picking his nose.
It was recess—and my first day at a new school. “Okay,” I said. He sat down. In the dirt, he rather crookedly drew two sets of parallel lines with his finger. As I played that first game with Andrew, I knew I’d found a friend in my freckle-faced companion, even if he did pick his nose.
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