Don’t need new electronics. Don’t need major gifts this year. What I do need is to get some more exercise in the pool. That’s possible today because I have to charge the sensor and reattach it to a new patch to keep checking the old ticker for AFib or some other form of arrhythmia. Nothing abnormal so far after two weeks; two more weeks to go. Ah, nothing like an idiopathic event to keep you guessing. 😕
Just to keep the posts coming, let’s revisit one from about four years ago. I’m not going to rewrite it so you can take it as a writing tip. No, not that it needs so much editing–just an example of what fiction writing is like versus other kinds. You’ll understand.
It took a few years, several years actually, to learn how to write simple declarative sentences again after three years of law school and 25 years working in local government writing reports or finishing budgets. It seems almost quaint and a little humorous now to read a legal brief or the near paragraph length sentences of a Congressional enactment. Now I write prose again, with readable narratives filled with imagery and dialogue. I can still read CFR (Code of Federal Regulations) or actual legislation, but I would prefer not to unless absolutely necessary. Regulations are worse in their density and compound clauses. [Ever heard of the Flesch reading ease formula?] Now in a few words I can vividly describe the morning of our recently adopted dog.
Always observant, even in sleep, Max knows by the rustle of sheets or the clearing of a throat that I am awake. A nose and a pair of paws quickly appear bedside in greeting. Later, after a pit stop and breakfast, he enjoys his morning show. With paws atop the low window seat he watches the birds above and the squirrels below the seed feeder out front. With no barking and no whining, Max sits in rapt attention until some activity indoors breaks the spell.