Big words assembled randomly are no more evident of good writing than a crazy man with a tick is brilliant. On occasion though, eccentrics and wordy writers may be taken too seriously by the easily mystified, the unenlightened... or by Mom.

The Authors’ Mom

An examination of Writer Motivation, Reader Bias and Moms.

A hypothetical woman has two children, a son and a daughter.
Both children are would-be writers, in his and her own right.
One child lives trivially, concerned mainly with her vanity, boys and partying.
The other child assumes the persona of an intellectual, clamoring to be seen as the deep thinking, troubled genius.
Each of them writes a descriptive piece.

One child writes a simple yet beautifully crafted short story. Composed in an easy conversational narrative style, her piece contains almost no technical errors. It seems that she has taken care to be clearly understood, expressing herself through the imagery and color of her words. The straightforward approach effectively puts the reader into first person. She makes us see, think and feel.

The other child pens a film review. He assumes a rambling, verbose style. Large words and cliches abound, in an errant stab at sophistication. Scores of technical errors, including spelling and grammatical faux pas, derail any attempt at even basic plot synopsis or theme. Past and present tenses are jumbled, double negatives and superlatives confuse, burdening the reader to decipher a stream of consciousness tirade.
Strictly speaking, there is no content, nor is there conveyance of emotion or anything remotely useful or factual throughout the manic, flowery rant.

Which writer’s piece is the mother more impressed with, the son's self-indulgent babble, or the direct, unaffected and honest narrative composed by her daughter?

Shall praise rain down upon the good writer, or does Mom merely visit with accolades the child who is more needful of her approval?

Her answer is "My son is so deep & intense, he's way over my head."
Indeed, Mother... And over ours, too.