Whose write, whose wrong?

Most of you are probably cringing at the title. I know I would be. I don’t point out writing errors in other people’s writing to be rude. I do it because it’s what I do for a living, and I’m also pretty sure I’m OCD.GrammarPolice

I’m not perfect. I’m terrible at editing my own content. I re-read the text over and over (See? OCD) until I can’t see straight. I rush over sentences and don’t see the typos or missing words until I come back to it an hour later. (I use spell check, but it doesn’t count words that are spelled correctly but misused.)

The title was all in fun, intended to make a point. Not so much about using words correctly, but because I want to know, who decides what’s right or wrong in grammar and punctuation?

I recently read an article about how some of the grammar rules we were told were wrong are actually correct. (Just last year I learned it’s okay to pronounce the “t” in often. I grew up thinking it “wasn’t proper.” When did they change the rules?) The rules in the article were familiar to me, but they weren’t what I would consider really important. But maybe they are to some.

And so, it brings me back to my previous question, who decides what’s acceptable?

It can be debated until the subject is exhausted, but I am going to go with what  I have always believed. Unless someone is paying you to write a certain way, who cares?

Writing is meant to be creative. When we clog our brains with too many rules, we become rigid in our writing and it shows. And besides, if everyone wrote the same way, with the same style, the stories would be dull and listless.  Give yourself the freedom to write the way you want to. (But don’t tell your editor I told you so.)

 

Blogging by accident

Happy 6th Anniversary to me!

Happy 6th Anniversary to me!

I was informed by WordPress yesterday that I have reached a milestone in my blogging history. I signed up for WordPress 6 years ago. But looking back, I didn’t write my first blog until almost a year later.

My memory is kind of foggy,  but I remember it’s because I didn’t know what to write. I looked at other blogs to get an idea, but my life, at that point, isn’t what I would consider exciting.

I started attending classes at Mount Mercy and my professor told us that blogging would be a requirement in one of his classes. He suggested we acquaint ourselves with popular blogging sites.

My first blog post  was a letter I wrote to my younger self. I got the idea from a book that was given to me. It was compiled of letters that women celebrities wrote to their younger selves.

Though I only wrote the one blog a week that was required by my professor, I continued to write even after the class ended because of something he said:

“Write every day, even if it’s just a few paragraphs. You can’t help but become a better writer.”

He was right. The more I wrote, the more comfortable I became and the easier it was. And somewhere in the middle of it all, writing became a part of me.

When I want to unwind from a busy day, I write. When I have a few minutes while waiting for the doctor, I write. I even “itch” to write, which could be considered either an obsession or a passion, depending on how you look at it.

I also read as much as I can. I believe it also makes me a better writer. I am inspired by my fellow bloggers, and their stories help me look at life from different perspectives.

It might have taken a little while for me to get used to the idea of blogging, but the desire to write was no accident. It’s something that has been inside of me all my life. And when I die, I will most likely be at my computer, typing out my last words.