I read your piece. Impressive. But where s the punctuation? Why do you hate periods? What do you have against the comma? There are rules. There are principles. Conventions to consider. Your foundation has focus and fluency and your rhetoric has conviction and voice and the dialogue adds depth. It delivers. Yes, your construct is colorful, confident, coherent.
It s missing an important element. A mechanical failing. As writers we must own our craft completely. Like Tiger Woods owns the fairway. Like Walter Payton owns the midway. Like LeBron James owns the court. We hone our skills with purpose. With practice. With perseverance. With patience.
Writers tease technique to transform tone. Writers wrestle with words and wage war with structure. We toy with syntax to silence. With symbols to provoke. We hypnotize with cadence. Breathe life into lexicon. Confessing frailty. Defeating demons. Vulnerable. Exposed. We express ourselves on paper as we express ourselves on flesh.
Consider the body in perfect proportion. Skeletal frame styling a slub knit hoodie. Over a vintage cut blue button down
It s missing an important element. A fashion failing. Faux pas. Naked thunder thieving feet. Hairy hobbit hooves. Bare brittle brown fungus filled gnarly nails with blistering bulging bunions arrest my attention. Abuse my senses. Give me Chuck Taylor Converse. Give me Old Skool Off the Wall Vans. Give me Reef flip flops. TOMS espadrilles.
Writer, consider my counsel. Punctuation prevents podiatry problems. But what of McCarthy s masterful maverick manikin? Wearing white after Labor Day. Mixing plaids and paisley. Yellow juxtaposing green. Wool on silk and leather on lace. So brash, so bold, so brilliant. I never look down.
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