Regarding Pip, the love-fruit dream of a bookish mind who haunts the dust speckles papering the bookcases – duck-egg pimples on the fingertips. It lurks, d r i f t i n g between SOLID TEXT and verse rising on inhales to nostrils intent on devouring must and ragged ink. Only to be sneezed out into the particle storm; sunlight is the only pair of spectacles strong enough to see them fight the plastic dinosaurs battling for shelf space on the brain.
Some very good advice. It’s all too easy to over explain things when writing a first (or even second, third or fourth) draft. If in doubt of how clear something is, get a friend who you trust to give honest feedback to take a look.