I confess I have a habit; an addiction; an affliction. This addiction of mine rears up, pushes me on and leads me astray. I find it equal parts apposite, alliterative and assonant. I can’t help myself. I am drawn, inexorably, towards the mode, measure and metre of a triplet of concepts.
It is the rule of three.
Ever tempted down the triumvirate path of tripled terms. My writing is littered with amendments, alterations and additions dictated by the need to follow this rule of three.
Trios are more complete, more comely, more comedic.
Or perhaps too much.¶