We write what we know
I really didn't sit down to write a blog post. I am sitting through the credits of a movie that's just starting. It's a favorite; Auntie Mame made in 1958 and starring Rosalind Russell in the title role. It's a great film.
The film was introduced by a costume designer. The same man who designed the costumes for my all-time favorite movie, and incidentally, although arguably, the best movie ever made; Casablanca. The woman, whose name I forget, spoke the introduction in flowery prose. She's creative. She uses creative words. For example, something a person like her might say may go like this:
The ground was covered in a white blanket of snow, the flakes gently falling in the quiet of the night.
Me, I would say "It's snowing out."
I can't be flowery. It's the mechanic in me. I can use straightforward words, usually of the two syllables or less variety, and keep it "real". It's the linear thinker in me.
I can't think, nor write in cursive.
The film was introduced by a costume designer. The same man who designed the costumes for my all-time favorite movie, and incidentally, although arguably, the best movie ever made; Casablanca. The woman, whose name I forget, spoke the introduction in flowery prose. She's creative. She uses creative words. For example, something a person like her might say may go like this:
The ground was covered in a white blanket of snow, the flakes gently falling in the quiet of the night.
Me, I would say "It's snowing out."
I can't be flowery. It's the mechanic in me. I can use straightforward words, usually of the two syllables or less variety, and keep it "real". It's the linear thinker in me.
I can't think, nor write in cursive.
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