but I did turn this:
Hazlan Zakaria commissions an excavation into the fortress ruins. Searching the labyrinthine halls for the soul library and its tome of understanding. Possibilities keeping his brain a-buzz and heart a-racing. He ponders the statue of the armoured figure in the fortress courtyard. How it seems to be smiling. Isn't this the lair of the somber? The last holdout of the sad king?...into this:
I search the ruin of my soul for understanding. Wondering why I am still smiling. Am I not the somber sad king?
In order to fit it into The Malaysian Poetic Chronicles' tweet.
From 379 to 111 word count, including spaces.
Quite an exercise in editing. As The Chief Chronicler at The Malaysian Poetic Chronicles Leon puts it "Edit! Edit! Cut! Cut!"
It is an eye opener of sorts, now I know better what my Senior Editor Hani always felt, every day actually. As she struggles to make my work better and give it that extra... swell. As only she can.
I guess I do have this tendency to say things in an imaginative if roundabout way. It would do me well to sometimes be more direct.
Snip! Snip! Snip! I am still a long way from becoming a true-blue journalist let alone full-fledged editor.
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