A funny thing happened as I was reviewing a post. I discovered that it was full of unintentional cliches. Actually it is was as funny as a crutch. I had no idea that having fun with cliches would spread like a pandemic disease.
Pure and simple, cliches are making mince meat out of my writing. You can take that to the bank!
What I need is a shot in the arm, except there is no known vaccine which will expunge cliches from my writing. I sometimes think that the devil makes me do it.
The devil makes me do it? I wonder if exorcism would work? I'm tempted to pull out all the stops to get rid of my addiction but exorcism scares the shit out me.
I discussed this with my high primal thinking spouse who is as smart as whip, but I came up empty. All she wanted to do was concentrate on my poor grammar. I don't know what this had to do with my problem. It wasn't my grandmother's fault that she was poor.
I've decided that there is no easy way of eliminating cliches from my writing. I'll have to quit writing, cold turkey.
Give up my humble attempts at writing? That will be a cold day in hell!
On the other hand, I think I've been barking up the wrong tree. Upon further review, I believe that most of my cliches are not unintentional. They are intentional. If they are intentional it must mean I want them there. If I want them there , why should I take them out.
After explaining this to the high primal thinker she informed me with her best Cheney smirk, " If dumb were dirt, you'd be a whole acre". OUCH!
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