In addition to the abject horror I feel at just the mention of this incident, this sentence is a perfect example of something I love so much about your writing.

Your use of “broken” form is always different and always so well suited to the piece you’re crafting. I do some of this as well --i don’t know how it works for you but it isn’t something I decide to do; rather it is how the words decide to show up on the page. And sometimes it fits. But it never fits the way yours does.

It’s pretty freaking cool.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.