Paint A Picture In Their Head By Max, Guest Writer |Email|
From my early days in high school, I remember being taught to write with detail. Detail that helps readers, “paint a picture in their head.” But this got me thinking, when do I draw the line?
Take this morning for example. I could simply state:
When I woke up this morning I brushed my teeth, ate some breakfast, and read the paper.
Or, if I decided to add some detail, I could elaborate:
When I woke up this morning at 10 A.M. the wind was whistling through the window I had cracked open the night before. It was a rather eerie yet familiar sound I had heard hundreds of times in horror flicks. Luckily, it was 10 A.M., so there was enough light for me to make sure nothing was lurking in the corner of my bedroom. Sitting up in bed I rubbed my eyes and scratched my forearm when it began to itch.
After getting out of bed, I thought about putting on clothes before walking to the bathroom, but opted for the boxer look. I never knew anyone in my house to get offended when I walk around in a pair of boxers. But, hey, don’t get me wrong, we’re not some nudist colony- I was wearing socks. I walked to the bathroom as if in a trance. I heard the television on in the den, but walked right into the bathroom without missing a beat.
I looked in the mirror and asked myself, “Who is that good looking guy?” Not out loud of course, but sometimes I manage to surprise myself- actually, I don’t, because that would just be weird. As I proceeded to grab my toothbrush and toothpaste I had to slide open the cabinet that doubles as a mirror. I grabbed the paste and proceeded to squeeze out the tooth cleaning goo. After spreading the paste on the bristles I placed the toothbrush under the faucet. The water from the faucet came out with so much intensity most of the paste off fell off the brush leaving me to begin the process over again.
I never follow the two-minute rule for brushing teeth, which probably explains why I have the dental hygiene of a 87 year old Brit....
See what I mean? What could be one sentence can turn into four or more paragraphs. I hadn’t even begun explaining my breakfast or what I read in the newspaper. Maybe I could be hired as a personal biographer and follow someone for their entire life recording down their decisions, movements, conversations, and bodily functions second by second. Or, then again, maybe not.
- Max -
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