Incorrect use of I and me: This is one of those things that is constantly misused, mostly because a lot of people think that using me sounds wrong, and often childish or uneducated.
The teacher gave Sally and me good grades. This is correct usage. The trick is to remove the other person from the sentence. Show me. Show me his tightening fists and narrowed eyes. Show me a lump rising in his throat and tears burning his eyes.
Show me his rapid breathing, his cold sweat, his inability to move. Looking at you, E. For instance, Christian goes on at length about how brilliant and amazing and remarkable Ana is. There is nothing in the text to back up these assertions.
So words mean things. By all means, have your characters think what they want about their fellow characters, but back it up. Doubling up on the action no, not that kind : I see this on a fairly regular basis. Character thinks or talks about what action has to be done. Said thought or dialogue is immediately followed by character doing that very thing. I have to get the mail. And you need to make sure that those nuances apply to your sentence.
So you get out your handy dandy thesaurus and you look for synonyms for made. Looking at you, Laurel K. A Mary Sue tends to be pretty easy to pick out. The corresponding male character is Gary Stu.
Sexist, misogynistic dickbags who are being lauded as heroes: I am so sick of a certain class of dude being portrayed as a romance hero. He tends to be aggressive sexually and otherwise. On pretty much everything. Ninety-nine percent of the time, this dude is ridiculously wealthy gazillionaire but he moonlights as an MMA fighter, the president of a motorcycle club, a former Navy SEAL, or a cowboy — sometimes all. Is it supposed to make him extra appealing that during the day he crushes his competitors in his super upscale job as the CEO of a Fortune company and at night he beats the shit out of his opponents in the seedy underworld of mixed martial arts?
Oh, and he fits in some Daddy-Domming on the side in some high-end, yet still skeezy leather club? It makes him a douche. There's not a lot to tell - I'm married a wonderful guy and we have two fantastic, kids. I write erotic romance and try to avoid housework and cooking at all costs. View all posts by Bronwyn.
These are all of my pet peeves, too! And the sad thing is, these are all easily fixable, yet we see them over and over. Like Liked by 1 person. Like Like. These are elementary school level grammar and should have been edited out. Wow… you make my list seem pitiful. Yes to all of the above and two things. I love that we both used frat houses analogies and the clip at the end. Love those ladies. Casual Vacancy by JK Rowling because her head hopping is game changing.
Given, we are not JK Rowling and she is a very talented author but, she proved to me a dynamic scene is very possible with head hopping. Okay, your list is amazing and I agree with all. I especially agree with the last two. So much stupid. Grey is not a hero and, yet, people think he is. To wit:. I am not particularly superstitious. And I expect good things and new adventures every year, or at least on balance in most years. I predict to be a delightful year full of settling into Cambridge and coming into my own at the new job, and I wish for calm and peace and joy for you and yours.
And to my fellow former trustees, Sam and Maria: it was a pleasure to work with you. But they will be informal, and focused: libraries, outreach, quality and future-planning are the topics I want to work on. Secondly, I am moved! Mostly, anyway, see below. I came here a few weeks ago after a long cross-country road trip with my ever-game Aunt, but then promptly left to go to a lovely Wikimania in Mexico City , where we had excellent sessions and also excellent parties, and I ate a lot of delicious tacos and wandered around the city a bit.
Both trips are worth another post. The smog is better than it used to be, they say, but still very noticeable; a kind of grit at the back of the throat.
Coming from the airport, late at night, we turned a corner past an autobody shop, and there was a park with a Mayan ruin.
And I think cross your fingers! I have a lead on a fine apartment I can move into next month the lease is supposed to show up tonight. So, here we are. Nearly done. So: after all that list-making and time-tabling and this past week especially, ugh apartment-hunting, and after the general uncertainty and leap-of-faithiness of this summer, I feel like I might finally be getting somewhere on getting re-settled.
As opposed to, afterwards, dealing with being in a new town and making friends, which was a huge drag and something I struggled with everywhere I moved.
This time things are different. The logistics were a pain; coast to coast is nothing to sneeze at, and getting everything to line up took some doing. But I have a gently cushioned landing: I have wonderful friends here who have taken good care of me. All in all though I feel good about the whole situation. Once I relaxed enough to notice where I was, I found myself walking around Cambridge on a summer evening this weekend, past a park and the old and stately houses, thinking: this is good.
It was hard for me to leave Davis. She carefully arranged the color coordinated napkins and plates Katy had insisted on and darted into the kitchen to get the cake. The sooner she got this cut and served, the sooner she could get the hell away from her sister before she said something she really regretted. Lifting the cake from the counter, she turned and nearly ran into Katy who stood there holding a napkin.
Laura counted to ten before opening her mouth. And those are the apricot napkins. You can check the trash for the label. Are you serious with this? You are forty-three years old. This is your fourth special day. You need to get a goddamn grip. Her boot prints from last night were still clear in the tracks, heading in the opposite direction.
She supposed she could have spent the night there at the farmhouse and saved herself the trouble and strain of walking the five miles back and forth from the motel. After all, she had a key to the house.
But the estate had been tied up in probate court since her grandma had died four years earlier, and the gas and electricity had been shut off while the lawyers tried to sort out who got what and when. It was far too cold to stay there in the winter. Besides, it was a little too haunted for her tastes. Ruby climbed the wide, but rickety, front steps and unlocked the front door.
The house smelled like it always did. Old grease, stale cigarette smoke, and underneath it all, old mothballs and decay. Whichever relative ended up with the house could probably make a killing on antiques in this place. Swallowing thickly, she pulled her supplies from her bag. Making sure the dead stayed buried. Farm hands. Migrant workers. People from the halfway house looking for work.
So, from the bottom of my heart,. And has been an utter clusterfuck personally and professionally and definitely politically. Thank you to all of you who stop by the blog or social media to chat, send me email, read my books, review my books, send me t-rex videos and cats in Christmas tree pics, and all of the rest of the wonderful things you all bring to my life. Bullet journals have been a huge help in that respect. The great thing about bullet journals—or bujos, if you will—is that you can organize them in whatever way works best for you.
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