Comma Trauma & Kelly

Kelly (my daughter) is proofreading and editing the third book in the Talon series today...and as usual she is hammering me on my use of commas, or lack thereof.

Sigh.

I'm not complaining. I know I'm lucky to have her because I tend to put a comma in when I'm pausing in my thoughts, or forget to put one in because I don't want to slow down and have to think about punctuation...I'm more interested in just getting the story written, just letting it roll. Thanking my lucky stars that I have her as my sentence sweeper to come in and clean everything up when I'm done- sort of like that person following behind a tickertape parade, or a confetti fest....making it all neat and tidy.

She's also my reader emotion meter- I can tell when a story or book is right when she's laughing out loud one minute, grabbing for the tissue box the next- and then, when she's done reading, giving me a wordless hug that only she and I know the meaning of.

I'd suffer comma trauma any day because she uplifts me every day.

Thank you, Kelly Buffum!