Quite often it’s the case that I yearn for simplicity. Not that nuance or depth should be forsaken, by any means, but the superfluous stuff… that’s the bane of my existence, right there. The subject has reared its head at this moment because I’m copy editing a piece by a writer who thrives on redundancy, unnecessarily complicating and extending incredibly straightforward, concise ideas. The resulting composition feels bombastic, as if she’s merely drawing out the paragraphs in order to hold the audience captive, to have their attention – if only energetic – pointed in her direction for as long as possible.
