Three Details Beat Twenty
I once spent three weeks editing a debut thriller where the author had clearly spent too much time watching prestige cinema and not enough time actually writing. Every single page was choked with adjectives; the protagonist didn’t just walk into a room, they “navigated the amber-hued, mahogany-scented sanctuary of the study with a heavy, melancholic gait.” It was exhausting to read, and frankly, it was a waste of the publisher’s budget. Most writing gurus will tell you that sensory detail is the soul of fiction, but they forget to mention that when you overstuff the prose, you stall the narrative…