J. A. Allen is one of my critique partners – the kind where I don’t feel like I have all the input I need if she hasn’t read my story, she’s THAT important to my process – and I love, love, LOVE her writing. That doesn’t mean we agree on everything; why would we? She has a strange knack for using commas in ways I still don’t quite understand and only recently kicked her dialog tag addiction (90 day badge coming up, Jenny! Woo hoo!)
But she’s Canadian so maybe they have different punctuation rules. When it gets too cold to use all ten fingers, I don’t know; do what you have to do, right? Even if that means abusing poor little commas. But happy belated Canadian Thanksgiving to all my friends in the Great White North, eh?
Anyway, Jenny’s an author friend, so if she’s ever in town we’re having drinks. (BTW, the EPCOT Wine & Food Festival is going on NOW you guys!!) But like I said, she and I are strong enough friends to disagree on things. I don’t accept every premise a friend throws my way and neither should you, even if it’s me telling you. I’m wrong on occasion. Probably. It could happen. And the underlying article she refers to in this post is amazing but has some areas to disagree on without being disagreeable…
When somebody is enthusiastic, it shows!
When I read this post I wanted to reblog it the day it came out. I love the energy and vibrancy it emits. I only waited out of sheer politeness. It was very difficult.
Get fired up.
And call me if you’re hitting the Epcot thing. The lamb chops in Australian are amazing, and paired with the pinot are out of this world. Don’t even get me started on Morocco. Holy cow.