My great-grandmother knew enough grammar when it counted.
And most of it happened within side notes written in the margins of her Bible, pound cake recipe scribbling or handwritten thank you notes and birthday cards. Love you. Thank you. Be encouraged. Praying for you. Get well soon. Miss you.
Granny knew how to write succinctly.
So you've gathered she wasn't a prolific writer of prose. But she was a prolific gatherer of devoted followers. Me. My siblings. Her grandchildren, her great-grandchildren and one great-great grandchild lucky enough to sit once upon her lap. We all knew that each year like clockwork and all things profoundly real, a simple card would arrive with a dollar bill inside. And two little words on separate lines with no comma -
GrannyI miss those cards..... and her consistent, prolific influence on my life.
I don't think Granny cared about her participles.
What ever happened to style? I just want to write the way I talk, with imaginary hands waving and punctuated squeals. And sentences beginning with "and" because I still have more to say.
BUT (how rebellious of me) according to this article by CopyBlogger, thank goodness I only err on the side of dangling participles.....sometimes....and unnecessary ellipses.....see?....which should only be used to intentionally omit, but I just can't help myself......and run-on sentences (!Squeeeeeee!) which may or may not be hyphenated and I really need to look that up but honestly I adore them for effect (NOT affect) 'cause it sounds like I'm holding my breath and speaking at the same time don't ya know as well as the well-placed (hyphenated?) parenthesis which in my humble opinion doesn't get the applause it so richly deserves.
Did you get that, Bloggy People?