Why is it that whenever I read anything I wrote more than a week ago, the glaring flaws and annoying tics glow like neon signs screaming "Solecism!" when those same passages looked perfectly fine to me when I first wrote them?
Today I've been noticing my annoying tendency to overuse qualifiers a bit, like that little phrase "a bit" that doesn't really (there's another one) seem (weasel word) to add much, if anything (redundant or just cliched?), to what you might call (so why not just say it?) the meaning of the sentence. Sort of. (See? I just can't stop myself. Perhaps.)
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Sing together now, "Blinded by the writing..."
D.
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