You know that phrase ‘everything but the kitchen sink’? Yes, well today I moved the kitchen sink too. Not just figuratively… So I’m a tired little monkey, and still mourning the death of our last cat on Friday. She’d been with us 20 years, and was sort of our pseudo-child now the children are grown and other animals crossed the rainbow bridge. Barbs and I have had dogs and/or cats continuously since 1984, and caring for them… is part of our lives. I miss the loyalty and the affection, but oddly I miss looking after them too. I just DON’T miss the parting. So, I have been pushing myself too hard, physically as a compensatory mechanism.
That too has effects on my writing: I’m not overfull of words. No: even capital Black and small case white (the latest style manual political correctness/virtue signaling idiocy, if you haven’t read about it). I’m sure that will do great things for racial harmony. It’s nearly as good as buying the world a coke. Or should that be a Coke…?
Anyway, wirdz (spelling and grammar have now also been declared racist. All these years I just thought I was bad writer and poor and inventive speller, and there I was fighting racism all the time. Go me.) Aside from these bits of silliness, really, words are our trade, and using them to tell stories means that other people have to be able to understand those stories. If you want those stories to widely read, you could… demand government force people to read them! Or infiltrate and corrupt the School system and make them mandatory examinable reading! That will make people love reading and consume every word no matter if it is gobbledegook. Well, perhaps in some people’s world – but not in this one.
Seriously, the only way any work will actually get read (not displayed on coffee-tables, but read) is this bizarre idea of providing something people want to (and can) read. A story being the something most people choose, although some like sermons. I think it makes them feel superior and better than people who like plain old entertainment. Occasional smart people manage to slide the sermon (whether it be about the evils of the demon drink or homophobia) into a story so the readers don’t realize they are being preached to. Doing this well enough to fool most of the people most of the time, is rather difficult. Most authors fail. Hence my first admonishment: thou shalt always entertain FIRST. If there is no entertainment and people stop reading, there is no second part, no matter what it is, or how good and important it is.
Secondly: the purpose of grammar and spelling is not virtue signaling. It’s to make communication in writing easier. That makes people understand and follow your stry without effort. The rules you were taught usually started that way. They may well have degenerated into something else (bureaucracy rules everything, even grammar). But seriously, I and 99% readers don’t care if you start with a preposition. They just want to understand what you’re saying, quickly and without effort. That is why you need to be logical and consistent about your style. It does not help that English is not too logical anyway, but virtue signaling style manual writers do nobody any favors.