Post #2017498

This is one of the weeks where I'm doubting my sanity. Why oh why did I decide to turn the entire historical section of my current novel into an Anglo-saxon Epic poem? We're drilled into emulating taut, hemingway-esque prose. That makes it really difficult writing an Anglo-Saxon-style poem where 'never use one word when you can use ten' prevails. "Bestower of jewels, took joy in the wine-pouring."