As for dangling participles, however, they are all intentional… I’ll
dangle my participle wherever I gosh-darn want to, Mr. 9th Grade
High School English Tyrant! (Yes, there are issues there, but no need to
dwell.)
Looking ahead (and trying to scrape last night’s painful goal-line
interception from the inside of my skull), I will once again be writing 800
words on The Hushing Days today.
Yes, it sounds rather boring. But when Sunday’s total word output was
49, Monday’s 800 word goal does appear a bit more momentous. It’s all in the
perspective, you see.
I haven’t had the guts to check on camel-gate yet (see yesterday’s blog
for the gruesome details). But after my Prozac settles into my bloodstream,
I’ll give it a go.
Thankfully, even if the camel is still there, I now have a good guess
as to how to shoo him away. Inspiration struck while I was making a Vanilla
Pound Cake yesterday. Apparently, the engineering gears in my mind seem to work
better with flour and spatulas about… Don’t ask. I couldn’t tell you.
Alright, off with you! Monday awaits and there are participles to hang.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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