Writing Glitch 1007

Today’s glitch:

Add an apostrophe to the first word: There’s (contraction of There is) not Theres (not a word).

Replace in with Of. (Notice that it’s capitalized as the first word of a sentence.)

Change 38 to thirty-eight.

Change your to you’re.

The pronoun them has an unclear antecedent (which is how grammar nerds say, ‘You aren’t clear about what this pronoun refers to’). I recommend replacing it with a noun or phrase. The whole sentence is awkward, though, and may require a rewrite.

Everytime is not a word; change to every time.

Change the comma after sleeve to a period.

Capitalize How. (Actually, I suggest replacing How come no one expects with Why does no one expect.)

Capitalize Young.

Who is this they who never listen? Clarify or reword.

Capitalize Beware.

There’s not much known about you. Of the thirty-eight trillion bounty hunters across the galaxy, you’re the one who never fails. Maybe the surprise factor is what makes it so easy for you to capture your targets. Maybe you have tricks up your sleeve. Why does no one expect you, of all people? Young and old, rich and poor have said it many times, but some people never listen. “Beware the one in clown makeup.”




About Thomas Weaver

For several years, I’ve been putting my uncanny knack for grammar and punctuation, along with an eclectic mental collection of facts, to good use as a Wielder of the Red Pen of Doom (editor). I'm physically disabled, and I currently live 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 eight cats. 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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