So 170 pages into editing (we only got as far as page 199 during the drive) I decide Bly isn’t necessarily right about the commas. In fact, I really hope she isn’t, because the way she wants me to use commas will drive me insane.
Ah. Must be time for research. Yay! So I went here and got the rules. And found that, one, we are both within the rules. And two, Bly doesn’t expect me to present proof when I say I don’t think I can make suggested changes. I should have remembered that…
This is really cool. She’s been here two weeks and it only gets better. Especially co-snickering at those who think it’s odd that I’ve suddenly got a roommate, and are trying oh-so-casually to find the “truth” of our relationship.
Want the truth? I have the most awesome friends on the planet, and my new-made-but-for-life friendship is one hell of a lot more solid than your boyfriend-of-the-month.