All week long a phrase has been running through my thoughts: if writing was easy, everyone would do it.
Oh, wait. Everyone does write.
I’d like to blame this crankiness on my cold but that’s not entirely fair. The real reason I’m out of sorts is because I’m feverishly trying to distill the essence of a novel into three pages, then into one paragraph, then into one line, and that’s the hardest work I’ve done. Just like writing a novel is a lot easier than writing a good short story because we’re not restricted to a certain length, writing a synopsis is easier than writing a pitch, and writing a pitch is easier than writing a log line, at least for me.
Hey, it’s good practice! If long-winded Polonius could get away with saying brevity is the soul of wit, I can take his advice and reduce my words, too.