I’m proud of my abilities as a writer, but with that pride comes a sense of self-honesty. There are some things I do quite well, and some not so well.
One place I’m weak is in writing brief pieces, condensing and compressing what I have to say into fewer words. I tend to run and run with them instead, ending up with works that often surpass 1,000 or 1,500 words. I think I’ve even broken 2,000 on a few occasions.
But while I don’t write pithy pieces very often, that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate them. It takes a hell of a lot to get your meaning across in very few words.
Which is why nearly every morning, when I drive to work, I take a moment and pay silent tribute to a banner strung over Interstate 93 South just north of Exit 4:
MILES BEHIND YOU
ONE MORE TO GO