My relationship with commas is kind of like my relationship with makeup. I love them so much I end up slapping them in places they don’t belong. It makes no sense and looks terrible but I feel like I’ve accomplished something when I’m done.
OMG YES. Back when I still used to write fic, I had a friend beta for me. She actually called me a comma whore. XD
I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I think I have a problem. Is there some sort of comma-addicts support group out there somewhere?
To be honest, my whole relationship with grammar is tenuous at best. It pretty much boils down to, “well, it LOOKS right. I don’t know if it is and I don’t know why but it LOOKS like it’s probably right.”
If there isn’t, we need to start one.
Fun Fact: I dropped out of high school during my junior year. I think. That whole point of my life is a little hazy to be honest. But even when I was still in school, I mostly taught myself everything I know. So needless to say, sometimes grammar and I throw down. And sometimes I lose horribly.
Woo, high school dropouts represent! Replace “junior year” with “freshman year” and I could have written that.
Huh. Well, how ‘bout that. I’m usually quite hesitant to tell people I’m a drop out because of their reactions. It’s good to know I’m not the only one (although it would have been better if we could have all finished school without incident).