My birthday presents

So, you know you’re a writer when: your friend gives you a writing lock-in for your birthday and your brother gives you a book titled, The Dictionary of Disagreeable English: A Curmudgeon’s Compendium of Excruciatingly Correct Grammar. However nerdy they may seem, I LOVE those gifts.

The lock-in was a delight (even though I was an idiot and left my power chord over an hour away in my apartment so my battery died part way through the day and I ended up writing everything up by hand). With my ADD being how it is I got up every half hour or so and wandered the floor of the building. It proved to be an exceptionally fun way to take a break. If I didn’t have to work and I could stay home and write all day I would spend my day at Grub Street HQ writing. Just the fact that they had an action figure of E.A. Poe should tell you how cool this place was. I am all for it. I also managed to get a LOT of writing done.

The book is funny and informational. It makes me actually enjoy grammar. Anybody else think that’s weird? He has an insultingly brilliant way of commenting on the stupidity of the misuse of language. I highly recommend checking it out.