Episode 021

Filler Words

What do words like “just”, “really”, and “all” have in common? They can act as excess fluff and filler, which clutter up your writing and make it less readable.

In this episode, a slightly rusty D.C. and Avery will show how to clean up these words by revising an old piece of our writing.


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Drink: Lemon Fluff

A basic citrus sour, with added marshmallow fluff.

  • 2oz Vodka
  • ¾ oz curacao
  • 1 oz Lemon juice
  • ¾ oz Simple syrup
  • Dollop of marshmallow fluff (~1-2 tbsp)
  • Granulated sugar (for glass rim)
    (for extra fun, you can use colorful sanding sugar in gold or yellow)
  1. Shake vodka, curacao, lemon juice, and simple syrup in a cocktail shaker with ice.
  2. Rim a coupe, martini, or sour glass with sugar.
  3. Pour cocktail into coupe and top with a dollop of marshmallow fluff.

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Streaming Audio:


Excerpts:

BEFORE:

Mother gave me that look. The one that said she knew I was really hiding something, and also knew that I was just not going to tell her. But she was no fool. She’d seen my eyes flicker over to the flower and back. My heart began to race as I remembered Leon’s soft smile. Something about the incident just stuck in my head, replaying that meeting in an endless cycle.

Being friends with a Prince could be somewhat fun, though. It would make all those girls who had laughed at me at that tea party really think twice.

My mother seemed to sense my change of heart, with that maternal intuition. “We are actually invited to the royal table for breakfast,” she told me excitedly.  “That is a rare privilege, so please do your best to look grateful.”  She looked at me with a gaze that was both motherly command and plea.

AFTER:

Mother gave me the look. She knew I was hiding something, but she was no fool. She’d seen my eyes flicker to the flower and back. My heart raced as I remembered Leon’s soft smile. The incident stuck in my head, replaying that meeting in an endless cycle.

Being friends with a Prince could be exciting. It would make those girls who laughed at me think twice.

My mother seemed to sense my change of heart. “We’re invited to the royal table for breakfast,” she said.  “This is a rare privilege, so please do your best to look grateful.” 

Initial Word Count: 155

After Editing Wordcount: 99

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