First, I don’t have a tail, or did I misread that? Perhaps I did.
Anyway, I write a lot. I like to keep the words coming so they don’t become a prosodic traffic jam… Traffic jam? That must get messy when then happens.
So there I was, writing happily and updating my blog daily. But then, reading my latest posts, I thought: I could make that funnier.
And I set about dong that. I ended up adding about 300 more words. And it was funnier. But the jokes got lost. I could hear them: “Hello? Anyone there? I’m ready to provide a laugh!”
I didn’t know what to do.
My mind idled over the problem. And turned sideways.
“Make it shorter! Let the jokes breathe!”
Ooh! There was an idea. So I did. I cut words. And cut more. There were word cuts all over the place. It was like a triage ward in a hospital for prose.
But now readers, I had a transformation. It was brilliant. Cars and lorries turning into cool robots…
Ah wait, my mind wandered.
Transformation. I wrote shorter, hit the gag sooner and made my writing funnier. He says, confident that is what happened.