Showing posts with label Good writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Good writing. Show all posts

2/25/15

One of my favorite books on writing is William Zinsser's On Writing Well. In Chapter 10, "Bits and Pieces," he gives a lot of good advice on various aspects of writing. Here are some of my favorite bits and pieces:
On verbs: 
Use active verbs unless there is no comfortable way to get around using a passive verb. The difference between an active verb style and a passive-verb style—in clarity and vigor—is the difference between life and death for a writer. "Joe saw him" is strong. "He was seen by Joe" is weak. The first is short and precise; it leaves no doubt about who did what. The second is necessarily longer and it has an insipid quality: something was done by somebody to someone else. It's also ambiguous. How often was he seen by Joe? Once? Every day? Once a week? A style that consists of passive constructions will sap the reader's energy. Nobody ever quite knows what is being perpetrated by whom and on whom.
On little qualifiers: 
Prune out the small words that qualify how you feel and how you think and what you saw: "a bit," "a little," "sort of," "kind of," "rather," "quite," "very," "too," "pretty much," "in a sense" and dozens more. They dilute your style and your persuasiveness.  
Don't say you were a bit confused and sort of tired and a little depressed and somewhat annoyed. Be confused. Be tired. Be depressed. Be annoyed. Don't hedge your prose with little timidities. Good writing is lean and confident.  
On the exclamation point: 
Don't use it unless you must to achieve a certain effect. It has a gushy aura, the breathless excitement of a debutante commenting on an event that was exciting only to her: "Daddy says I must have had too much champagne!" "But honestly, I could have danced all night!" We have all suffered more than our share of these sentences in which an exclamation point knocks us over the head with how cute or wonderful something was. Instead, construct your sentence so that the order of the words will put the emphasis where you want it.
On transitions: 
Learn to alert the reader as soon as possible to any change in mood from the previous sentence. At least a dozen words will do this job for you: "but," "yet," "however," "nevertheless," "still," "instead," "thus," "therefore," "meanwhile," "now," "later," "today," "subsequently" and several more. I can't overstate how much easier it is for readers to process a sentence if you start with "but" when you're shifting direction. Or, conversely, how much harder it is if they must wait until the end to realize that you have shifted.  
Many of us were taught that no sentence should begin with "but." If that's what you learned, unlearn it—there's no stronger word at the start. It announces total contrast with what has gone before, and the reader is thereby primed for the change.
On concept nouns: 
Nouns that express a concept are commonly used in bad writing instead of verbs that tell what somebody did. Here are three typical dead sentences:  
      The common reaction is incredulous laughter.  
      Bemused cynicism isn't the only response to the old system.
     The current campus hostility is a symptom of the change.
What is so eerie about these sentences is that they have no people in them. They also have no working verbs—only "is" or "isn't." The reader can't visualize anybody performing some activity; all the meaning lies in impersonal nouns that embody a vague concept: "reaction," "cynicism," "response," "hostility." Turn these cold sentences around. Get people doing things:  
     Most people just laugh with disbelief.
     Some people respond to the old system by turning cynical; others say. . .
     It's easy to notice the change—you can see how angry all the students are.  
My revised sentences aren't jumping with vigor, partly because the material I'm trying to knead into shape is shapeless dough. But at least they have real people and real verbs. Don't get caught holding a bag full of abstract nouns. You'll sink to the bottom of the lake and never be seen again.
On "The Quickest Fix": 
Surprisingly often a difficult problem in a sentence can be solved by simply getting rid of it. Unfortunately, this solution is usually the last one that occurs to writers in a jam. First they will put the troublesome phrase through all kinds of exertions— moving it to some other part of the sentence, trying to rephrase it, adding new words to clarify the thought or to oil whatever is stuck. These efforts only make the situation worse, and the writer is left to conclude that there is no solution to the problem—not a comforting thought. When you find yourself at such an impasse, look at the troublesome element and ask, "Do I need it at all?" Probably you don't. It was trying to do an unnecessary job all along—that's why it was giving you so much grief. Remove it and watch the afflicted sentence spring to life and breathe normally. It's the quickest cure and very often the best.
On rewriting:
This is probably his best advice in the entire chapter. I posted some of Zinsser's thoughts from this section here.

9/16/13

From Tom Hennen's "The Life of a Day":
This day is going by perfectly well adjusted, as some days are, with the right amounts of sunlight and shade, and a light breeze scented with a perfume made from the mixture of fallen apples, corn stubble, dry oak leaves, and the faint odor of last night's meandering skunk.

8/28/13

From Michael Perry's Coop: A Family, a Farm, and the Pursuit of One Good Egg:
For a landlocked boy in northern Wisconsin, nothing substitutes for seafaring like nosing a Massey-Ferguson 132 tractor into an unmown hayfield on a sunny summer morning. The grasses part around the grille, rising as high as the engine shroud and sprinkling leafhoppers on your jeans. Rolling lobes of wind press across the meadow, made visible in shifting shades of silver as the seed heads dip and sway. Just inside the gate you pause for a moment like Columbus set to sail, discovery and depredation your call. And then you engage the power takeoff, roll the throttle back so that tach pegs around 1500 rpm, lower the haybine's clattering maw, ease out the clutch, and launch roaring into the uncharted grasses. 

8/16/13

This is why I love reading Michael Perry:
Come August, you feel it all slipping away. The garden weeds are seeding out. The tomatoes ripen faster than you can figure what to do with them. You force boxes of surplus zucchini on complete strangers. You realize the leeks simply are not going to turn the corner and will remain the diameter of Tinkertoy sticks. A handful of the hottest days of the year are yet to come, but some afternoons the sunlight is dilute and fails to heat the air, which in turn hits your nostrils with a remindful zing. This week I was on the front porch steps lacing up my running shoes for yet another four-mile slog when the giant maple across the street produced an eruption of blackbirds flying outward and apart. On some invisible cue the birds pitched, cohered, and streamed directly overhead with an ominous feathery hiss. It sounded like the air was colder up there. These were redwings, and they chuckled in a way that reminded me of frogs in spring. Twin sounds, bookending summer. (From Truck: A Love Story)