Sorry for the wait, all. Unfortunately, my life went a bit haywire about a month ago, and all my free time has gone into finishing Novel #2. However, I now present you with even more Very Cheerful Tidings:
I have finished my final edit of Novel #2! It’s out in the world, staying with my friends and family, and I don’t have to think about it again until the beginning of December! On to Novel #3 and regularly scheduled blog posts! Hooray!!!
Go raibh maith agaibh, a chairde—
So, it’s been a while. Again. And this is going to be short. Sorry about that.
Maybe I can appease you with the good news that, a) this is not another grammar rant, and b) I come bearing Very Cheerful Tidings.
Very Cheerful Tidings Exhibit I: I have finished this edit of Novel #2!
Very Cheerful Tidings Exhibit II: I have exactly one run-through left of Novel #2, in which I shall conduct a final grammar check. After that, I will endeavor to gain constructive criticism from mine peers. Then—to querying!
Very Cheerful Tidings Exhibit III: …Actually, I don’t have a third Exhibit. I just wanted one. So there.
Thus concludes this Brief Message Bearing Very Cheerful Tidings.
I know I haven’t sounded all that understanding of grammatical errors recently. “Another Grammar Rant” was impassioned and frustrated; “Ode to the Em Dash” was both pretentious and angsty. I know what I sound like when I rant about grammar, what I sound like when I rant about anything I care about. I know what I sound like when I’m whiny.
I will freely admit that part of my love for semicolons exists because using them makes me feel correct and intellectually superior.
That’s not why I’m a grammar Nazi. Not entirely, at least. Not even mostly.
Recently, I’ve been trying to find some inkling on the Internet that what I do is appreciated, even by a sliver of a minority. Instead, I’ve found scientific studies “proving” that I, being a grammar Nazi, am a jerk; I’ve found grammatically incorrect memes telling me I, being a grammar Nazi, am ridiculous; I’ve found people who are convinced that I, being a grammar Nazi, exist only to make their lives painful and annoying; I’ve found entire articles intent on proving that I, being a grammar Nazi, am just a bully who is insecure and unwilling to reveal my own imperfection.
That’s not me, either.
Even the kinder things I’ve found have been purely to tell me to be more compassionate, like I’m not already. To tell me just to give up the greatest passion in my life.
Let me say this now, World: I won’t. I can’t. This is who I am.
I will not apologize for that.
I cannot speak on behalf of every other grammar Nazi in the world. I cannot say that every grammar Nazi is not a scientifically proven jerk, is not ridiculous, does not exist to make others’ lives painful and annoying, or is not an insecure bully who attacks others’ imperfections to conceal his own.
I can speak for myself, though. Maybe, somewhere out there, a fellow grammar Nazi will read this and realize that there is someone else like her; that not everyone thinks people who love grammar are useless and outdated. Continue reading A Thing I’ve Noticed OR What No One Understands About Grammar Nazis
Last night, at approximately 5:30 PM, something momentous happened: I finished rewriting Novel #2 with a final tally (for this draft, at least) of 67,841 words.
Allow me to translate this into Excited Teenage Girl for a moment:
OH MY GOD, I, LIKE, TOTALLY FINISHED MY BOOK AGAIN! AND NOW I GOT TO, LIKE, EDIT, AND IT’S GOING TO BE A. MAZ. ING. Totes.