Wordsmithing: 10 Principles of Style and a Fragmentitus epidemic

Monday, 14 May 2012

10 Principles of Style and a Fragmentitus epidemic

BARCELONA,
where fragments combine beautifully

Apart from a few simple principles, the sound and rhythm of English prose seem to me matters where both writers and readers should trust not so much to rules as to their ears.
F L Lucas

This is a such clever piece of advice. Only when I read it aloud did the meaning clarify.

10 PRINCIPLES OF STYLE - F L Lucas

brevity
clarity
communication
emphasis
honesty
passion and control
reading
revision
sophistication and simplicity
sound and rhythm

Even without more detail that is a great list to think about while writing.

Confession time: I've become addicted to fragments. I want to write in full sentences, I really do. The trouble is, once you start using them, fragments are addictive. They crop up everywhere. They sneak in even if you keep on the lookout. And they stay.

Afterthought fragments, my worst addiction.

Although, lonely verb fragments bleed out there too.

Participle phrase fragments? The worst.

Reading over my wip, I recognised the extent of the problem. It had reached epidemic proportions but I tried to find the cure.

Diagnosis complete.
Cure identified.
I've slaved to rectify the symptoms of fragmentitus. One phrase at a time.
I'm pretty sure the medicine didn't work.

ARE YOU SUFFERING FROM FRAGMENTITUS?

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Angela Brown14 May 2012 at 22:17
Well, now...can fragmentitus really be a thing in need of curing if it works its purpose? Does its job? Emphasizes where necessary or spins a tiny nugget here or there?

Okay, see, I'll get on finding the cure right away lol!!!
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Lynn Proctor14 May 2012 at 22:33
i know i am guilty as charged--but for the most part, i like to say, i write how i talk---great list you gave!
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Monday, 14 May 2012

10 Principles of Style and a Fragmentitus epidemic

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