The Hemingway App has warped us all. It’s too bad the app only goes half-way. Hemingway fucking loved “ands.”
He’d string tiny sentences together like popcorn on a string. He’d pepper them into paragraphs that were three sentences long and the reader wouldn’t notice and we’d all be better for it.
Here’s to our collective misery! Here’s to direct prose! Heres to another tumbler of Wild Turkey and another and another!