I always liked writing. It seemed so natural, like talking without sound or exploding on paper. But actually, it’s verbal diarrhea that’s easy–writing something worth reading is another thing.

I chanced upon a website that led me to this essay. Glancing through it, I thought it was written recently; it sounded so today. But it turned out to be written by a teacher who died in 1967 and wrote books on English and grammar in the 50s. Well, what he had to say then about writing is still relevant now–maybe in 50 years we still haven’t learned anything.

Definitely worth the click! Read the essay here.