You know, now that I think about it, really, it doesn't make any sense.

[taste_is_sweet]

What the hell is it with me and commas? Seriously, it's like I'm personally responsible for the health and well-being of the damn things. If I'm not paying attention I start spraying them all over whatever I'm writing with very little logic and almost no sense that I can think of. Seriously, at least half the time I don't even put them where I'd actually take a breath if I was reading the sentence out loud. And yet, there they are.

I thought I'd gotten over this little...problem about three years or so ago around the same time I stopped (mostly) repeating stuff for emphasis. But I just re-read something that I posted just a few months ago, and there they are again: Commas. Too many of them. Either I somehow didn't think they needed removal the first time around, or they bred in my WIP folder while I wasn't looking. Maybe I need the digital equivalent of AMDRO.

Or maybe, just maybe, I need to pay more attention, when I write.

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I honestly don't even know what grammar style I learned in school (that would be university; grammar wasn't taught beyond grade school in the 80s). My guess is British because it was in Canada, but for all I know it might have been American.

And of course now I've been in the US and writing so much here for so long that I'm sure that either my grammar is all American usage, or some strange hodge-podge of Canadian/British and American.

Mostly I wing it and hope for the best. :D