Dad

Here is one of the biggest reasons why I love my father. I love him because, after I read him a paragraph of my draft prose down the phone, he said, "Take out 'that' in that last sentence, because it ruins the rhythm." And that is EXACTLY how I spend 50% of my revision time: listening to the rhythm of what I write and trying to fix it. I love my father because he shares that ear, and the recognition of its importance, and because he probably gave it to me.