brevity is hard. i like words so i use lots of them. but that’s what good editors are for, right - trimming the fat and making things better and whatnot?
when i was writing for magazines i learned a lesson that i think about sometimes. i went out on a lot of funny little assignments to see comedy shows or check out new shops, and after one sort of unimpressive outing i asked my editor, “so…what happens if it was just kind of blah?”
and what she told me translates to pretty great life advice.
"we don’t waste space on negative reviews."
the thing is…we do, though. we do waste space. i do. i waste mental space and conversation space and sometimes internet space on negative reviews of all sorts of things. and why, you know? a waste is exactly what that is.
i’m not advocating for dishonesty - surely there are times when hard truths need to be told. but that little piece of magazine editor etiquette matched up just right with my grandma’s “if you can’t say something nice…” adage and i think i might live bit brighter if i followed those rules.
anyhow. that’s all! just a happy thinking / happy living post for our slow but sure swing towards spring. adios!