I remember that years ago, when I encountered my first writer’s group and choppy-sentence ridden passages I hated them. My own sentences were long-winded with a tendency towards the passive. Now, I catch my stream-of-consciousness rough drafts to be choppy, halting and exactly what my younger self despised.
Yet, now, I’m defensive of the choppy sentences.
What happened?
Everyone’s style changes. Life, reading, and our own minds conspire towards this end Even if, somewhere, we want to hit the pause button, we really don’t have a choice.
I think that it was easier to slow down and think through things in a long-winded fashion when I was younger. I didn’t understand that the chaos of life could cause a person’s thought patterns to come in continuous clips of phrases, to be constantly urgent and hurried.
That doesn’t fit in every scene. When you want something to move slower, to build character rather than plot, this sort of choppiness needs to be edited out.
So while scouring my short stories for too little sentence variation, I am thinking about the pendulum swinging from one end to the other despite my desires.
I suppose we have all witnessed changes in our writing over time. Have any caught you off guard in this fashion? Have any weaknesses morphed into strengths? Or vice versa?