…and don’t beat around
the bush. (Okay, maybe I should also
mention not using clichés, but that’s not what this is about.)
Here’s what it IS about, a
sentence I read last week in a book that shall remain nameless.
“He started to light the
fire.”
He started? Did he scrape a match on sandpaper? Did he flick his Bic? Did he rub two sticks together? Is he amorous? I had no clue. Yes, of course I understood
what the author was saying and given the context of the sentence within the
paragraph and chapter I even knew there was kindling and a fire pit involved,
but the opportunity to be specific about the main character’s action was
completely lost, so whatever the author envisioned for that moment was also
lost.
Was it important? Turns out, it was. His lighting the fire was a precursor for
things to come.
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