READING the works of a well-known and established author recently, I found myself sub-consciously editing it.  How ridiculous!  How arrogant! But I couldn’t help it: there were far too many words, far too many overly long sentences and far too many gratuitous adjectives.  Well, get me, I thought.  I could have written this.  Hadn’t of course, and there’s the rub, so I carried on reading, trying to lock my imaginary editor in a metaphorical room, leaving me to get on with the p...


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