Life has been crazy around my place so I’ve been quiet on here. I just had an issue come up and it is about grammar in creative writing.
Sometimes, great authors write:
Tom, I wouldn’t ever got into all this trouble if it hadn’t ‘a’ ben for that money; now you just take my sheer of it along with your’n, and gimme a ten-center sometimes — not many times, becuz I don’t give a dern for a thing ‘thout it’s tollable hard to git — and you go and beg off for me with the widder.” (35.9) Adventures of Tom Sawyer -Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain…https://www.shmoop.com/tom-sawyer/huckleberry-finn-quotes.html .
I agree. This example is extreme, but no one would complain about the grammar because it is the flavor of the story line and character. But in today’s work, that seems to be unacceptable. When did we get so intolerant of HOW a person pens their creative writing, lost in the mechanics than the words that tell the story?
So, if you are one of those who find grammar the most important thing in a book, then I suggest you stay away from most mainstream romances because there will be errors and inconsistencies, but they will be small or deliberate. There will be incomplete sentences or extra commas but they are there to advance the story, enhance the picture or the character voice.
The very few grammar goofs you find that are just mistakes, well…we are human, after all.
NOW! Look at this. Something HOT and SPICY!
The tale of a young woman sold as a courtesan in training. Branwyn arrives in a new land to begin daily lessons in the bewildering art of bedding a man.
The noblewoman chosen to be Prince Malacke’s bride rejects him by bedding his hated rival. Malacke turns his anger towards increasing the power and wealth of Black Dorn castle. And he succeeds until his attention is captured by the face of the woman who will be his queen.
Note: This book contains elements of domination, submission, and fetishes. If these concepts disturb you, please do not purchase or read this book. Branwyn’s Love was formerly known as Black Dorn and published by New Dawning.
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“Stop that crying or by all that is powerful, I will beat you.”
“Do not yell so. You will frighten the poor child.”
Through tears, Branwyn stared at her uncle and aunt. “I… I do not understand. Why must I go?”
Her aunt sat next to her. “It is your time, child. A husband has been chosen. You must leave us to join with him.”
“About time it is!” Her uncle’s face grew redder with each word. “One year shy of a score she is, and still unwed. She must fall to her knees to thank God someone wishes to marry such an old spinster.”
Branwyn slapped the arm of her chair. “I decline. It is my right. I shall not marry this man!”
“How many men do you think you can refuse?” Her uncle paced about the small room. “This is the fourth suitor to ask for your hand. You cannot. It is done. Your things are being loaded as we speak.” He jerked back a curtain in the window and pointed.
The door opened and in stepped a tall broad-shouldered soldier. “The carriage awaits.”
“Branwyn.” Aunt Selda patted her hand. “You have no dowry. This is a good match. He is a rich man. He will give you babies.”
Suspicion gnawed at Branwyn’s stomach. “And what did he give you?”
“Gold.” Uncle Egbert picked up his purse and dropped it, with a rattle, back onto the table.
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