I’m turning sentences this like:
A small stippled fish darted forth from the fool’s gold to nibble at the tree’s roots.
into sentences like this:
A small stippled fish nibbled the tree’s roots.
I may turn them back again. Because fiddling.
I’m turning sentences this like:
A small stippled fish darted forth from the fool’s gold to nibble at the tree’s roots.
into sentences like this:
A small stippled fish nibbled the tree’s roots.
I may turn them back again. Because fiddling.
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