Have you ever wondered if your writing might come off as a bit too fluffy? I recently found myself in this very dilemma after sending a rather whimsical email to a bookstore owner—one that got a response summing up my prose as “a bit convoluted.” Ouch! But hey, who doesn’t love a dash of flair when you’re trying to ask about a bookstore cat? In this article, I delve into the joys and challenges of being what my old boss affectionately termed a “fluffy writer.” With my head in the clouds and my heart woven into whimsical narratives, I explore the enchanting yet sometimes perplexing intersection of creativity and comprehension. So grab a cozy blanket and a cup of tea—let’s unravel the intricacies of putting our fluffy thoughts to paper without losing our readers in the process! LEARN MORE.
From one fluffy writer to another
I recently received a reply to an email of mine that said:
“Thanks for your email — a bit convoluted to read, but I think I understand what you’re asking for?”
For context, the person I was reaching out to was a bookstore owner, and the questions they’re eluding to are about their in-bookshop cat for a piece I am writing for a magazine. The opening to the email I’d sent prior to this reply, said:
“Like a neighbourhood cat sidling up to you and nutting your calves in expectation with their furry orange head (for biccies, for fuss, for the acknowledgement that your life’s purpose is successfully complete having encountered such an elegant ginger beast), I am smacking my metaphorical forehead against your bookish being in the hopes that you’d be able to answer a few questions for me.”
And reading it back… I get it.
I’m what an old boss of mine called “a fluffy writer.” My soul is made of moonbeams and fleece-lined socks, my imagination bordered with castle walls overlooking shimmering seas and forest-lined mountainscapes with gilded dragons snoozing beneath. I live inside a romanticised fantasy world of my own design; and I make that other people’s problem.
