THOUGHTS ON WORD COUNT. It can be painful to slaughter darlings and the writer may think, “Impossible. My story won’t have the same impact without those 50 extra words.” Surprise! 99.9% of the time it’s not only possible, but preferable. That’s what this exercise is about. Learning to say more with less. Take a second look before posting. Start with adverbs and passive voice. Instead of “I was running as quickly as I could…” try “I rushed…” THINK ABOUT IT.
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Genre: Historical Faction
Word Count: 100
FAMILY OWNED SINCE 1947
“What’ll it be, George?” Evalyne poised her pencil. “The usual?”
With a nod the man at the counter gestured towards the bulge under her apron and grinned at six-year-old Jeff. “That your baby brother?”
She tore the order from her pad. “Give this to Daddy, Jeff.”
Glowering at Evalyne, the stout cook, once slender and charming, snatched it from his son. “Scram, ya little putz!”
She clenched her teeth as Jeff slunk back into her protective embrace.
“It’s gonna be a sister.” Patting her tummy, he looked up at George. “Daddy don’t need another pest in the neck like me.”