In a book of 100k words, is there room enough for a single word?
Emily Dickinson (yes, her again… blame Harvard) delighted in the power,
the mystery, the beauty of a solitary word. She would often go as far to
isolate these single creatures within a set of her infamous dashes. In essence,
cutting off the word entirely from the rest of the line, she forced the reader
to go one-on-one with the lone accomplice.
Can today’s romance writer afford such luxuries of a single word? That
is the question… and I’m saddened by its answer.
In a publishing world that too often emphasizes speed and bulk over
quality, the romance novel is left out of this love affair with the single
word.
How ironic is that?
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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