Well here I am and I am afraid. I am one hour into my blogging time and after reading a post about grammar, I feel the heat from the interrogation room lamp. I see it swinging from some invisible breeze, a breeze that does not dry the sweat beading about my forehead.
Grammar and I have never really bonded. Editors are my BFF’s…I believe it is my job to create a story just as it is my editor’s job to ubergrammar red pencil whip my mistakes. It is win/win for my team…and I get the opportunity to let my fingers race around my keyboard without any thought to sentence structure. Happiness often comes from the strangest of places, my characters love my editor and so do I.
Good grammar. Goodness Gracious.
L Atoz
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