There isn't much time for blogging, as I'm on holiday and not meant to be writing. So this is the perfect time to write in praise of keeping it brief. In some ways Twitter has given the world a blessing in its requirement to be short and to the point. My view is that if you can express an opinion in a tweet, then you don't understand it. This is true for the headline, at least; nuances take more characters.
I had the misfortune to read some of a book by self-publisher, Nick Holland. His "The Girl on The Bus" is the perfect example of why too many words spoils the story. I found that I simply didn't give a shit about what he had to say next because I didn't reckon the time investment in reading his next sentence would pay off. I guess with a story you want texture, character and plot. Without these nutrients, even reading well formed sentences doesn't give you much in return.
When reading a text book, I find I don't want the author to wax lyrical. I want them to be crisp and to the point.
In terms of word count, I've bought some incredibly good value text books on Kindle recently. A couple of quid for hundreds of pages. Yet, I think I might have been better advised to pay a little more for a shorter book on the same subject. Time is not the most abundant resource I possess.
All that said, Twitter can be a very frustrating medium for explaining yourself. Too many times my thought process has resulted in something like this:
"I think the point I'm trying to make is more that... What? No more characters? Ah bugger it. Right. Scratch that... You're all tossers!"
Which may actually be my core argument sometimes.