So I have this book. And it’s one of those really natural looking books with the handmade paper that you get in the “natural” stores that smell like “natural” herbs and plants.
I got a couple years ago and I’m just now starting to fill it up. It’s just random little things here and there, where I basically write down things I think are cool, little experiences I can do, and altogether, I really just trash the book.
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This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important. —Gary Provost (via zombres