I...um...me, too, am of the "how it sounds" tribe. I reason it's all about the voice. But sometimes that argument doesn't work for the proofreader! Enjoyed reading this one, Willa.
What a wonderful greeting you brought to my morning with this post.
It felt like "old times" when all of us in writers group gathered, you included.
I'm reminded again of your warmth, humor, frustrations, determinations, your centered presence, & not necessarily in that order. Still miss C.R.? I do, at times. And the bars, too.
I shall go to my grave saying "He is taller than I" though an editor insisted on changing it to "me" to make it "more casual". I refused, as I knew I could never read it without cringing. l changed the sentence to avoid the conflict. They can collect all the commas they like.. but please respect the rules of the written road for those of us who learned to write in the last century!
To each her own! As Nancy Chadwick said, it’s all about voice. So it’s a matter of whose voice? When I was writing my mother’s words, I was careful to be entirely correct, because she was.
I...um...me, too, am of the "how it sounds" tribe. I reason it's all about the voice. But sometimes that argument doesn't work for the proofreader! Enjoyed reading this one, Willa.
I feel so seen! The comma conundrum is so very real. 🤪
Hello, Willa!
What a wonderful greeting you brought to my morning with this post.
It felt like "old times" when all of us in writers group gathered, you included.
I'm reminded again of your warmth, humor, frustrations, determinations, your centered presence, & not necessarily in that order. Still miss C.R.? I do, at times. And the bars, too.
And do what you will with all these commas!
Enjoy your green, Irish day,
Bruce
I shall go to my grave saying "He is taller than I" though an editor insisted on changing it to "me" to make it "more casual". I refused, as I knew I could never read it without cringing. l changed the sentence to avoid the conflict. They can collect all the commas they like.. but please respect the rules of the written road for those of us who learned to write in the last century!
To each her own! As Nancy Chadwick said, it’s all about voice. So it’s a matter of whose voice? When I was writing my mother’s words, I was careful to be entirely correct, because she was.