From Twice Upon A Roadtrip—
Ethan: You again?
Shan: It’s editing time.
Ethan: You had your turn. I’m supposed to be getting honeymoon sex right now.
Shan: Trust me, it’s overrated. By the time Jill goes through all those nerves, and fasts to fit into her dress after stress-eating for two weeks, and then all that dancing, and…forget it. Anyway, you need some work.
Ethan: So what is this? Did you send me out half-dressed or what?
Shan: Well…you’re dressed, but you need your tie straightened, and your shoes on the right feet, and about a bazillion commas surgically removed. Little stuff like that.
Ethan: Did you say surgery?
Shan: Hey, it could be worse. I left Tomas with his pants down around his ankles to come straighten your tie.
Hello, my name is Shannon, and I’m addicted to commas. I also randomly capitalize letters for no reason. But I’m a profeshunul righter, yes I am. I’m going to have to pitch in for Mel to send extra fudge to our editor this year. :nod:
:lmao: I have a little problem with commas myself. I leave them out. I blame my journalism teacher.
You know I wish I could write, just so’s I could have these little conversations with my characters
You can talk to mine, Kitty! Especially if you can get them to behave. :nod:
Hey, Charlene, how ’bout I give you half of my commas and we call it a day? :woot:
I tend to use them in bulk, as well.
I love that you talk to your characters. I do, too. I made the mistake of telling my mom this and she gave me a look like I needed to be locked in a padded room.
It’s a deal, Shannon! Let’s split those commas. As long as we don’t, you know, split any infinitives.
:whip: The Editor has already informed me (yesterday and some day last week) that I owe her Chocolate. …Maybe we can go in on some really good stuff. :whip:
The editor only said that because someone *cough*Kate*cough* sent her what…how many DOZEN emails
And why are you two blogging…get to work! :whip:
Okay, Kate. But YOU have to actually pick it out, because I’m still editing, so I’ll eat it all before I get to the post office.
Gena, I’ve gotten that look before! The :crazy: look. One reason I was so excited to get the internet and discover the whole, wide romance-writing world was that there were :crazy: people just like me! Insanity validation.
Suzanne Brockmann said in a workshop something along the lines of “writing is a career where you make your mental illness work FOR you.” :rofl:
No splitting infinitives? Geez. Well, I will boldy go back to editing, before the editor, the one with the whip, finds me here, where I’m not supposed to be, because I’m supposed to be working. (Only 6 commas? Not my best work *g*)
If you guys are going to keep playing with the :whip:, I’m going to go steal Cece’s red-bottomed mooning smilie so y’all look like perverts. :nod:
I could try talking to your character, but I doubt they’d listen, i talk to my cats :blah: and they just ignore me and run of a do naughty things anyway just to taunt me :neener: