So pretty much every writing gig I’ve ever had, goes this way- at some point:
This is way too long. Cut it in half.
And with each passing year, the attention span of the public grows shorter and my writing grows that much more excessive…
So for every editor I’ve ever worked with and for every attention challenged millennial out there, here’s a Christmas gift; the very short post.
Miles thinks Coltrane plays too long. “Why you play so long?” Miles asks. “I don’t know how to stop,” replies Coltrane. “Take the damn horn out of your mouth” retorts Miles.
Life, death, rebirth. Blah, blah, blah.