The writer’s mind is like a basket.
Initially, during the nascent years, the basket holds gross instructions and blatant rules: a. watch your use of passive. b. mind your use of filler words. c. adverbs – don’t! And so on and so forth.
Later the basket fibers get infused with the earlier concepts which become second nature (hopefully). But still the basket is full. d. mind your dialog tags. e. avoid cliches. f. use specific attribution – don’t generalize.
And later still: g. show don’t tell, h. maintain proper POV. i. mix your sentence lengths.
And later and later and so on and so forth, ad nauseam (and I am indeed nauseous at this point).
At every stage the writer’s mind remains a basket. A basket that has been soaked and saturated with the nuance and persuasion of a dozen, a hundred lessons before it. But still, it’s full. Full of the next set of applicable aspects of “writing well.”
And yet, the agonizing march proceeds. ARRGH!
Regardless of saturation level, the basket is full of all those subtleties that the most advanced writer wishes to instill in their stories, their characterizations, their depictions of a reality that exists only in their own minds — but will, with luck, live in their reader’s.
Jesus! Will it ever end?
No. Apparently not.
My basket, it over-floweth.