How to say more with less

Over-writing kills your scene. Here’s how to keep it tight.

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I laid out four of my best bone china plates — remembering to turn the intricate blue iris pattern slightly to the left — in front of four dark oak lattice-back chairs, each with a white upholstered cushion. The six-foot mahogany dining table was finally picture-perfect when I set out my grandmother’s red satin runner with gold tassels on either end.

I laid out my grandmother’s red table runner between four china plates. The scent of roast turkey filled the air.

The clang of the knight’s bootfalls echoed in the high-ceilinged stone hall. Moonlight glinted on his sword as he slowly drew it from its sheath.

At a quarter past midnight, Sir Lancelot entered the great hall where he and the other knights had dined on turkey legs earlier that day. Now, the great hall was empty, echoing, and moonlight streamed in through the arrowslits and pooled on the gray stone floor. He scanned the high-ceilinged room and slowly drew his jewel-encrusted sword from the leather scabbard at his side.

The burglar’s heart pounded in his chest while Mona Lisa’s tight smile peeked out from under his elbow.

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I write a lot (shocking, I know) and it's usually about animals, travel, outdoorsy stuff, and of course, writing.

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Sarah

I write a lot (shocking, I know) and it's usually about animals, travel, outdoorsy stuff, and of course, writing.