This worked against the writer when he embarked on a novel. At first anyway. Then the words SPILLED out of him; a veritable word vomit in fact. Journalism had suppressed so many words they now recycled themselves into the novel. Appropriately in places, inappropriately in others.
The agent recommended brevity. Knock 20,000 words off, she advised, and we may consider it.
The writer refreshed the word count for the hundredth time and sighed. 6,500 words to bury still...