Wednesday, September 10, 2025

Verbal Fencing

Dueling Pencils

"I don't recall the dream, but I woke up drenched in a cold sweat, only to realize I spelled 'receive' correctly after all."

That was the wiseass answer I shot back to a retired high school English teacher and current part time editor after he asked, "As a writer, what do you dream of?"

"So what do editors dream of?" I parried.

"Commas gently rocking in hammocks strung between dangling participles."

I love working with this guy.


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