Writing Glitch #16

Today’s glitch:


This one was almost right.

It’s the year 2032. You are sixteen years old, and your parents won’t let you get the new digital implants. You decide to buy one off the dark market and have your buddy Harold put it in. Things don’t go as planned.

You are sixteen years old, not You are sixteen-years-old (or any other hyphenated variant). No comma added before and have your buddy Harold put it in, nor a comma setting Harold off from the rest of the sentence. The year is written as a numeral: 2032, not Twenty Thirty-Two. (You could do it the latter way, but it’s clunky and awkward and would make you sound like an ironic neo-Victorian who only writes sci-fi ironically whilst drinking your ironic froo-froo coffee drink through your ironic facial hair. And probably hangs out with someone who wears a colonial-era frock coat ironically whilst selling artisanal marmalades. Don’t be that author.)


About Thomas Weaver

I’m a writer and editor who got into professional editing almost by accident years ago when a friend from university needed someone to copyedit his screenplay about giant stompy robots (mecha). Having discovered that I greatly enjoy this kind of work, I’ve been putting my uncanny knack for grammar and punctuation, along with an eclectic mental collection of facts, to good use ever since as a Wielder of the Red Pen of Doom. I'm physically disabled, and for the past several years, I’ve lived with my smugly good-looking twin Paul, who writes military science fiction and refuses to talk about his military service because he can’t. Sometimes Paul and I collaborate on stories, and sometimes I just edit whatever he writes. It's worked out rather well so far. My list of non-writing-related jobs from the past includes librarian, art model, high school teacher, science lab gofer… Although I have no spouse or offspring to tell you about, I do have six cats. (The preferred term is "Insane Cat Gentleman.") I currently spend my time blogging, reading, editing, and fending off cats who like my desk better than my twin’s.
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One Response to Writing Glitch #16

  1. Sheron says:

    I don’t have facial hair, but I do like coffee. After all, I live near Seattle, and how else can you manage mornings? And marmalade on toast–yummy.

    I stuttered on putting commas around Harold. Thanks for making that clear.

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