Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
I will be brief: your noble son is mad:
I tend to err on the side of brevity. I blame my high school English teacher, who quoted Shakespeare/Polonius whenever he issued a writing assignment.
But cooking has taught me that if I trim all the fat from the meat it will lack flavor. So, though my writing will probably always be trimmed rather lean, I now try to leave a few juicy, fat-laden flourishes.