Thinking aloud in the woods of Stone Mountain, Ga.
The shortest writing lesson might come from Chekhov.
He once said: “I can speak briefly on long subjects.” Just follow that example.
Then again, I once asked my father what made for good writing.
He replied: “Short words. Short sentences.”
A dozen crows mobbed a red-tail hawk above the woodlot. The crows drove it east and then somehow turned it and drove it back west, giving m...
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