In honor of St. Patrick’s Day, I thought I’d touch on an oft-neglected topic: the literary value of song lyrics. Particularly, lyrics in traditional Irish folk songs.* Continue reading On the Unexpected Literary Merit in Folk Music
This will be brief, but I thought I should take a moment to remember the Bard of Ayrshire on his birthday.
Here’s freedom to them that wad read,
Here’s freedom to them that wad write,
There’s nane ever fear’d that the truth should be heard,
But they whom the truth would indite.
An’ a cantie day tae ye a’!
So. Hi. How have you all been the last 2 1/2 months? (Sorry. I’m so sorry.)
Here’s the thing, though: either I’ve been too busy to blog, doing things that aren’t worth blogging about, or doing very little—which also isn’t worth a post. You see my dilemma.
So, let’s talk about books. Continue reading A Very Sheepish Blog Post about Books
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
As a word nerd, writer, and obsessive reader, I have long since discovered something about myself: I have a slightly odd tendency to obsess over minor characters in stories—both mine and other people’s.
Here’s a great example: the Terrified Red-Haired Goblin who is shown for exactly two seconds in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2 during the protagonists’ escape from Gringotts. (I just realized that I’ve gone over a year on this blog without more than the merest mention of HP. This is…unacceptable.) He is unnamed, probably unlisted in the credits, and has no bearing on anything. But he stands out in the scene because he looks convincingly terrified. I’ve always loved him, I thought he was one of the coolest characters in the whole story (or, at least, he makes Top 50). I never knew why, just sort of laughed at it and listed it under “Cara’s Quirks” (a rather extensive list, actually). Continue reading People Who Don’t Matter: My Weird Love for Minor Characters
Time to state the obvious: I really like Terry Pratchett’s work. Like, a lot. Perhaps a bit more than is generally considered socially acceptable. Shocking, I know.
I got a couple of his Discworld books for Christmas (The Color of Magic and The Light Fantastic) and loved them both, but Monstrous Regiment came highly recommended to me by Pearl, and I decided I really ought to read it.
I love this book.
Like, seriously, I think this is my favorite ever Terry Pratchett book and maybe my favorite book of all time (except that that would dismiss Harry Potter. And The Odyssey. And The Crucible. And Lloyd Alexander and Cornelia Funke and a bunch of authors and books that ought not be dismissed.). It was perfect. The story was perfect, the characters were perfect, the message was perfect. The entirety of this book was exquisite in every way.
I just found out it’s National Grammar Day! How is this a thing I didn’t know about‽ I’m so happy right now! (And still not using “tears of joy” emojis; take that, Oxford English Dictionaries!)
So, here’s the thing about grammar. It’s kind of my life. And that sentence just got me a lot of really strange looks from people reading this, I know, but bear with me. Continue reading Another Grammar Rant
I got “Grammar Despot” (I know, shocker, right?):
How ’bout everyone else?