My post today at Fiction+ (for The Chicago Manual of Style):
A few months ago in a conference session, a group of novelists digressed into good-natured complaints about being copyedited. One writer drew a lot of laughs saying, “I mean, I got A’s in English! I know where the freaking commas go!”* Others nodded in recognition and comradery.
I bit my tongue. I really wanted to say—as gently as possible—I’m sorry dear, but you freaking don’t.
(Continue reading at Fiction+)
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Image: : Graduation Cake Guy by David Goehring, licensed under CC BY 2.0.
