(yes, today’s title is pure poetry isn’t it?)
I’m not an unreasonable person. I’ve never chained myself to a tree or picketed working conditions. I live in France, so I could totally get away with that sort of thing, but my point is-
There’s really only one thing I am completely, totally adamant about. I will never, EVER use the word ‘sneaked’ in any of my manuscripts.
Maybe the day will come when some will try to get me to bow to pressure….
“But everybody’s doin it!!?”
“Too bad.” Creepy crosses her arms, her chin lifted in defiance.
“It’s grammatically correct!”
“Pfft. According to who? - Who in their right mind said “hey, just for shits and giggles- lets say that ‘sneaked’ is the correct form of the past tense and past participle of ‘sneak’! It’s awkward and will having people tripping over their words until the END OF TIME! Mwa ha ha!”
“You’ll never change it.”
“Well, I’m going to give it my best shot. It sounds wrong, dammit!”
“It’s like my mouth is having a spasm.”
“Yes it is. Just looking at the word creeps me out. What the hell is wrong with ‘snuck’? It flows better.”
“Well that’s not for you to decide.”
“Maybe not, but sometimes…” Creepy gazes out into the sunset and nods. “…you just have to fight for what you believe in.”