The only just literary critic is Christ, who admires more than does any man, the gifts He Himself has bestowed. – JRR Tolkien
Who cares? You? Me?
Anyone?
Depends.
Writing nonfiction?
Probably wouldn’t.
Work, that is.
Writing fiction?
Could be.
On what?
With some authors?
Might work.
Others?
Not so much.
A hundred years ago?
Wouldn’t have been acceptable.
Writing fragments, that is.
Too formal back then.
Long run-on sentences.
That was the norm.
Short ones?
Fragments?
No. Probably rarely. If ever.
But now?
Sure. Why not.
In an age where anything goes?
Try.
Experiment.
Investigate.
Never know.
Do it.