“This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.” – Gary Provost
For nearly two months, Viktor had avoided Yakov. As much as a student
could avoid their coach, anyway. It was surprising how Vitya had held
out this long, considering other instances the teen had been upset at
him. But then again, Yakov’s previous offenses hadn’t been so severe.
For nearly two months, Viktor had avoided Yakov. As much as a student
could avoid their coach, anyway. It was surprising how Vitya had held
out this long, considering other instances the teen had been upset at
him. But then again, Yakov’s previous offenses hadn’t been so severe.
