Word of the Week – Sanguine

Sanguine

“Optimistic or positive, esp. in an apparently bad or difficult situation,” (New Oxford American Dictionary)

I have remained surprisingly sanguine throughout the trauma of my exams.

Hello everyone! I am in a surprisingly good mood, and I thought this word fit the occasion.

I’m so happy, I even made scones!

See you later!

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The Importance of Punctuation

My fellow interntees, I have something of “vital importance” to discuss with you.

First and foremost, I want to say that I try to be polite. I believe in showing respect to my fellow human beings, I believe in saying “Thank you,” I believe in punctuality, and I think it’s very important to behave.

However, there are a few things that just make me want to explode. Punctuation is one those things. It’s actually rather ludicrous to get upset over the misuse of punctuation, I understand that, but it just bothers me. So bear with me while I rant.

Punctuation is imperative. Not only is important so that your colleagues and/or teachers take you seriously, but it’s also so that other people can understand you.

To get your attention, I have a few examples to show how punctuation errors can lead to, well, not good things.

Punctuation can save lives…

Lets eat Grandpa.

or

Lets eat, Grandpa.

This is a common “Dear John” letter – try and figure out which letter John would prefer:

Dear John:

I want a man who knows what love is all about. You are generous, kind, thoughtful. People who are not like you admit to being useless and inferior. You have ruined me for other men. I yearn for you. I have no feelings whatsoever when we’re apart. I can be forever happy–will you let me be yours?

Jane

And when we change the punctuation…

Dear John,

I want a man who knows what love is. All about you are generous, kind, thoughtful people, who are not like you. Admit to being useless and inferior. You have ruined me. For other men, I yearn. For you, I have no feelings whatsoever. When we’re apart, I can be forever happy. Will you let me be?

Yours,

Jane

A drug related punctuation error…

Say ‘NO’ to Drugs from the NMB Police D.A.R.E Officers.

What are those officers up to?

And finally, a gender comparison:

An English professor wrote the words:

“A woman with her man is nothing,”

On the chalkboard and asked his students to punctuate correctly.

All of the males in the class wrote:

“A woman, without her man, is nothing.”

All the females in the class wrote:

“A woman: without her, man is nothing.”

Observe the power of punctuation!

So, there you have it! Punctuation is more important than you think, so be sure to always spell check.

See you later, guys!

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On a side note, I’ve been thinking about making a series out of “The Importance of…”. What do you guys think?

Word of the Week – Laborious

Laborious

“(esp. of a task, process, or journey) requiring considerable effort and time.” (New Oxford American Dictionary)

My homework is almost always excruciatingly laborious.

Hello everyone! So sorry for my absence, but the workload over here has really been piling up due to my upcoming exams – wish me luck!

And yes, my example sentence is a personal statement.

The Oxford Comma

The Oxford comma (also known as the serial comma, or the Harvard comma) is a comma that is placed “after the penultimate item in a list of three or more items, before ‘and’ or ‘or’,” (New Oxford American Dictionary).

An example of the Oxford comma:

The man was wearing a hat, shoes, pants, and a jacket.

-Note that the Oxford comma is bolded.

The use of this comma is, in my opinion, imperative.

So, now you’re probably thinking, “What is she going on about? Why do people need to know about the Oxford comma?” (And Oh. My. God. I can’t believe I just wrote rhetorical questions… for those of you who don’t know, I kind of hate rhetorical questions – I’m such a hypocrite). Well, I’m going to give you the classic example of why you need Oxford commas:

With the Oxford comma:

We invited the strippers, JFK, and Stalin.

Without the Oxford comma:

We invited the strippers, JFK and Stalin.

-Note – read the examples out loud for full effect.

As you may have noticed, the one without the Oxford comma insinuates that JFK and Stalin are the strippers, which as you probably (and should) know, that’s not the case. This is why you should use it, people – it helps with clarification, as well as it helps to avoid awkward sentences.

Now, I’m no English teacher at Oxford (not even close), but I am a novelist, and I will preach about the necessity of this!

Do you also use the Oxford comma? Will you begin to use it after reading this post? Let me know in the comment section below!

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Preview of The Chance of Invincibility

Hello everyone! So, I was reviewing the first chapter of the book I’m currently working on, and I figured that I’d give everyone a sneak peek – a tiny preview if you will.

Now, this is still a first draft, and I haven’t even nearly finished the story, but I do rather like this very first page of the very first chapter. Check it out:

     I am alone.

     I have been alone for 6 months, now.

     Irrevocably alone? I hope not.

     Eternally alone? If there only was such a thing as an eternity, an endless continuity.

     Selectively alone? I think so.

     Depressingly alone? Probably.

    In my opinion, loneliness isn’t something that can be defined as “a complex and usually unpleasant emotional response to isolation”. It’s larger than that, isn’t it? It’s an esoteric, voluminous, void that essentially takes over the larger part of a persons life. There has never been a happy ending for someone who is completely, utterly, and dishearteningly, alone. There is no such thing as cheerfully isolated, or is there?

     Have I ever experienced loneliness? Unquestionably.

     Have I ever dreaded it? Perhaps.

     Have I ever relished in it? Can one even relish in seclusion?

     Am I lonely now? I’m doing this, so I guess it’s up to you to decide that.

     Perhaps there is something as blessedly alone? You can’t be expected to like everyone all the time. I mean, can people demand that you should constantly feel the ubiquitous presence of love, and completeness?  Or rather, people shouldn’t be expected to want to feel that all the time? What is so distasteful about being by yourself? Is it so iniquitous to want to be by yourself? I want to be by myself, so perhaps there is something wrong with me.

     Am I writing this surreptitiously? I’m not sure.

     Am I writing this openly? Define openly.

     Am I writing this biasedly? Anyone who has ever written anything has done so biasedly, have they not?

     Should I even be writing this? You tell me.

     I have often pondered over my emotions, perhaps more than I should have. However, I can’t help but come to the conclusion the concept of defining my emotions, such as loneliness, is a waste of my time. Why do I need to define what I’m feeling? Can’t I just feel what I feel, and you feel what you feel, and everyone just feeling what they’re feeling by their selves? I mean, why does everyone need to know what feelings mean? Shouldn’t the point of feelings be its elusiveness?

So… what do you think? Should I just give up writing all together because of my obvious “suckieness”? Tell me what you think in the comments section below!

Music Monday – Go Your Own Way by Lissie

Hi!

So, I’ve been working on my new novel, and for some reason this song is really inspiring to write to, so I’m going to make this week’s Music Monday! The first Music Monday, ever, I might add…

Check it out:

Speaking of noveling, is anyone else doing Camp NaNoWriMo? Anyone else adore this song?

Let me know in the comments section below.

Gaiman’s First Law and Perfectionism

Gaiman’s First Law: Picking up your first copy of a book you wrote, if there’s one typo, it will be on the page that your new book falls open to the first time you pick it up.

So, I recently discovered this law (and by recently I mean mere moments ago), and I’ve not only come to the conclusion that it’s true, but also that I’ve been condemned to never again read my book.

Okay, so what Gaiman’s First Law means is essentially that if you reread the published copy of the second book you wrote, then you’ll find a typo. Actually, if you reread any of the books you’ve written, except for the first one, then you’ll find a typo.

So, you can probably understand why I’m never reading Life in Tatters again. To clear something up, I am a perfectionist. Now, I am not saying that this is a good thing – in fact it’s pretty much the opposite – and I sometimes wish I wasn’t one. However, I can’t really change that.

black_perfectionist_by_fallsmet_answer_1_xlargeNow you’re all probably thinking that, “Oh, poor her – she likes to do things properly. Boo Hoo,” or something similar to that. But the thing about perfectionism is that you’re never truly satisfied. You never feel like you’ve done the best you could, because in the back of you’re mind, you keep on thinking that there was something else you could’ve done. That no matter what you do, it could always be better.

Again, I emphasis that this is not a good thing.

And if I find 1 typo in my book – and it doesn’t even have to be a typo that’s noticeable to anyone else – I will be like, “Ok, stop the publishing and everything. Burn every copy. I need to fix this, and then we’ll just restart the process.”

So, if you read my book, and find a typo, do not inform me of it, or I will become so anxious and annoying that someone will end up killing me.

But what. About. You? Are you a perfectionist as well? Have you ever experienced Gaiman’s First Law? Let me know in the comments below.

 

*On a side note – I am not looking forward to Monday.

 

Where It Begins

Hello.

It took me a long while of just sitting and pondering over what my first post was going to be about, but then it hit me – I’m should just to write what this blog is going to be about. I know – what a completely and utterly brilliant idea (*note the sarcasm).

But then, I thought, that so… cliché, right? I mean, everyone’s first post is about what his or her blog is going to contain. Plus if everyone just writes what their blog is going to entail in their first post, why do they even have the “About” page?

So, instead of being like “Hello Blogger World” and whatever, I’m just going to write a little rant about books.

On a side note, if you’re curious as to what I’m going to blog about, then just look at my “About” page. That’s why its there.

Now, the definition of a book is, “a written or printed work consisting of pages glued or sewn together along one side and bound in covers”, and although this definition is very true, I feel like books are more than that. Books have the power to influence people; to inspire them – and all of you bibliophiles know what I mean.

It’s something we should all be very careful with – because every time we read, it changes a little piece of us. But for the better or worse, we can’t tell until after we’ve read the last page.

And yes, I also realize that that’s a completely uncool thing to say – but if you think I’m even remotely cool… then you may be a bit stupid.

So, this is where my blogging begins… me drinking ice-tea and typing away at my computer.

I guess this is it.

I read somewhere that pictures are supposed to lure people in, and make 13413271480979them more interested in your post – will you let me know if that’s true?