Practice Session
Fingers fly across the fingerboard singing out a complicated lyric run, but grind to a halt with a screech or a flat.
Start again. And 1 and 2 and...
From the bottom of the scale, the violinist slows the tempo, concentrating on the placement of each note. Once it's better, she plays it again. And again. And again. Until, hopefully, she plays it up to speed and without flaw.
Fingers on the keyboard. The writer taps out a sentence or two. She reads the words she wrote and leans on the backspace key. From the top, she rephrases her thought, but it's not quite right. She writes it again. And again. And again.
The reader sees only a string on words and phrases, strung together without discernible effort. If he only knew the practice, the effort, that went into each sentence. If the writer has practiced well, the reader will never notice.
Start again. And 1 and 2 and...
From the bottom of the scale, the violinist slows the tempo, concentrating on the placement of each note. Once it's better, she plays it again. And again. And again. Until, hopefully, she plays it up to speed and without flaw.
Fingers on the keyboard. The writer taps out a sentence or two. She reads the words she wrote and leans on the backspace key. From the top, she rephrases her thought, but it's not quite right. She writes it again. And again. And again.
The reader sees only a string on words and phrases, strung together without discernible effort. If he only knew the practice, the effort, that went into each sentence. If the writer has practiced well, the reader will never notice.
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