I thank you for your advice and I do have a friend, who is BRUTALLY honest and good at grammar. (When she read the first 16 chapters of my very first draft, she told me she loved it. And she said, “I’m not saying this to butter you up, because if I didn’t like I would have told you to get a fire place and burn the fucking book.”

I am not going to self-publish until all the grammatical/spelling errors are fixed, and not until the story is polished up and ready to go.

Before you “self-publish” ANYTHING have a friend read through and edit for you. Make sure that this friend LIKES to read the sort of material that you write (it’s much easier to get an honest critique/review this way – you need another pair of eyes to catch any plot holes, inconsistencies and the like). Also, be sure that this friend has excellent grammatical skills.

Quite simply, even a writer with stellar grammar is going to make errors when writing novel length material, and after reading & re-reading your own stuff to work on the development you’re going to miss a lot of the errors & will need someone with “fresh” eyes to find them.

Giving copies of error riddled “self-published” books to friends and family members is embarrasing. Always have your stuff polished to a high shine beforehand.

NOW – Sean can swoop in with a litany of charges against me.

Gasp!

I have just encouraged someone to continue!!!

.lol. Me grammor not bad!

I’m wondering if this fellow even realizes that his quote was selected (at least in part) because it contained painful grammatical problems. ‘Twas this that made it especially amusing … a commentary on poor writing that reflected the commentor’s own questionable grammatical skills.

It’s called irony, kid. I’m sure that Sean hasn’t even bothered to read any of your work (beyond this poorly worded sentence), therefore, he wasn’t poking fun at your “BAD writing”. He was, in fact, poking fun at your “BAD grammar”.

Sean, that’s why I love you. You give nitwits like me our moment in infamy.

I dished you out a plate of nice piping hot crapola on a cracker. It’s on my public blog. Feel free to dish back, because I know you won’t be able to resist, and I also know that you will make it so fucking hilarious!

by the way, question:

Where the PORK are you located? When I posted a reply, the time stamp said noon tomorrow…where are you? Australia? (If so, I have to laugh…you share the same continent with…MEIKA!)

Feel free to use me as an example for your humor, hell I can take it, and I will dish it out, trust me, kiddo.

Here’s how I hold Miss Snark’s shoe:

Picture it. New York. December. 2006.

I had a date with Clooney and I walked in on them both going at it. Out of jealous rage, I pulled her off of Clooney, and pushed her down a flight of stairs. When I returned to kick Clooney’s ass for two-timing, I found the stiletto as a momento…