There’s all kinds of nonsense on my writer’s dashboard. Little lights
and tiny pings that alert me to terrible literary no-no’s I’m approaching at
reckless speed.
Such as the bloody red PASSIVE warning that used to blink interminably
at me but now just flickers occasionally.
Such as the lemony yellow smiley face that pops up and jingles
pleasantly whenever I leave a dangling participle about.
Or the siren-like wale of an impending run-on.
When writing an 18th century historical novel a particularly
hateful, chartreuse-tinted exclamation point flashes whenever a contraction is
used in dialogue. I loathe this
chartreuse-ness. In fact, in the last few weeks of edits, I may have possibly,
perhaps have punched its little light out entirely.
Just saying.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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