For a
writer, nothing should be more important than getting your point across. Even while writing this, I find myself hesitating at the beginning and end
of every sentence, always anxious of the fact if what I have written (and what I could have written) will have any weight. This is one of the many dilemmas of writing effectively: extracting the ideas from within your head, getting them down on
paper, and hopefully injecting these ideas into a different person’s head often
feels impossible.
This is a significant issue because it is likely that someone will not only fail to understand the intention behind your words, but
also may even misinterpret them and come to a conclusion that is entirely
different to what you had in mind – to what you had in your mind.
The
solution to this OCD psyche of a writer is a simple, yet harrowing one:
constantly cut out your words. If you ever want to get your point across, it is
necessary to mercilessly edit your work, even if the final product is
completely unrecognizable from your initial vision. Do you personally have an idea that is dear to you? Do you expect this idea to be absolutely sublime once it is on paper? Well chances are that this "idea" will only hold you back. Get rid of it. Mutilate it.
If we take a look at the editing skills in Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s Biographia Literaria (I know, the title
isn’t a good sign), the familiar expression "less is more" makes a lot of
sense. By the way, I don't blame you if your cerebellum shuts off after reading the first sentence:
"In this
idea originated the plan of the LYRICAL BALLADS; in which it was agreed, that
my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at
least romantic; yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest
and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination
that willing suspension of disbelief for the moment, which constitutes poetic
faith. Mr. Wordsworth, on the other hand, was to propose to himself as his
object, to give the charm of novelty to things of every day, and to excite a
feeling analogous to the supernatural, by awakening the mind's attention to the
lethargy of custom, and directing it to the loveliness and the wonders of the
world before us; an inexhaustible treasure, but for which, in consequence of
the film of familiarity and selfish solicitude, we have eyes, yet see not, ears
that hear not, and hearts that neither feel nor understand."
No, no, no, no, no. Stop. Just
stop it, Coleridge. My head is reeling from your Romantic rhetoric bullshit.
Seriously, couldn’t you have made it a little more compact?
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If your
writing even closely resembles the superfluous diction of Coleridge, you not only need
to think about how you edit, but also consider the attention and patience of your audience. Then again, I'm really not one to talk. The second paragraph of this post was originally five lines longer.

