Foolish Weblogger Child

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.

And hopes come to me like bold seafarers
like the discoveries of continents coming to an island,
and stay for a day or two
and rest…
And then they set sail.

[‘Well I would like to make another trip,’ he said, jumping to his feet; ‘but I really don’t know when I’ll have the time.] There’s just so much to do right here.’