A great sentence is like an average woman. You glance at her as you would towards any other woman. Then, almost instantly, you take another look, realizing you’ve just seen something special. Your look lingers, appreciating how well put together she is. She has nothing you’ve never seen before, but still, your gaze lingers. It’s not her beauty, her size, or the way she carries herself. She’s just another woman. Yet, something about her says, “I’m here. You’ll notice me and remember me.” It’s almost as if she’s not your average woman.

One day, I hope to write great sentences.