Welcome to the day of EXCESS!
Traditionally, Mardi Gras was the date to use up all of your pantry’s fats and sweets before Lent.
As a result, you were left with just an old bag of lentils to chew on for 40 days.
Trust me, there is no faster way to holiness.
And believe it or not, writing the Lenten way is also the fastest road to heavenly prose…
Because good writing has no extra fat.
Sure a few adverbs and adjectives can be tasty, but too many and your readers are going to get queasy.
And here’s a newsflash, freelancers –
Nobody’s going to pay you (per word) to write “He walked excruciatingly slowly” when “He shuffled” will do.
But hey, it’s Mardi Gras!
So, let’s get all of those lard-icious and sacchariferous words out of your prose pantry –
It’s a great day to write FAT!
PROMPT: Today’s inspiration comes straight from the pen of Edward George Bulwer-Lytton (1830)…
“It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents —
except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.”
Oh yeah. Bring on the butter… and write on!