# and …
Seriously, that “hashtag” thing everyone (cooler than I am) is using to “tag” their Twitter and Instagram feeds is actually, seriously, called an Octothorp. Here’s a link to my source on that (BTW,thanks, Oxford dictionary)
True confession time: apparently, I overuse the octothorp in my texting, Facebooking, general writing. At least according to my kids I do (you know I overheard you all talking at Grandmas house, and you are ALL in agreement, but no one wants to have “that weird conversation with Mom” #awkward, #dontmakemomcry, #whywontshestop)
And, the ellipses . . . ?
Again, thanks, Oxford Dictionary… but I’ll take it from here…. My own writing group The Plot Sisters has pointed out gently, patiently, calmly… that I overuse THAT particular bit of punctuation in my fiction-writing.
So, what am I? Some sort of punctuation slaphappy slob?
Bordering on illiteracy?
Do I throw punctuation rules out the window like uncooked fish at the end of a long weekend? Am I insensitive to the nuances of the octothorp? Irreverent with its purposeful use in the world of coding, dismissive of its actual role in sorting all of the shit out there in Tw!tterland? And the ellipsis point? The set of ellipses… three of them, like my children, obediently marching in a line . . . #wonderingwhowilltellmom, #rockpaperscissoranyone?
I’m at an impasse … #conundrum
Until I stopped for a moment and gave pause to the cause. I, like millions (OK, maybe only thousands) of Octothorp-Offenders use the # for the simple fact that it makes you notice what we have said. It turns a phrase into a clever joke, #dontwant2misreadanything. #busyfeelingcool. #relevant. Ah yes. Relevant.
The bane of growing older in our plentiful American society is “relevance.” I’m guilty, I’ve shifted a glance to the younger set, to see what is coming next? What’s new? What’s cool? I’ve set aside that which was perfectly fine, for what is perfectly new. Perhaps I should spend this next year re-thinking that strategy? Instead of hash-tagging something sassy and bold, I’ll just say it! Or write it! Least of all, tag it.
And, about that other problem of mine . . . my Emphatic Ellipses. I tend to use them to slow things down.
The pacing of a story. . .
I’m buying time . . .
I don’t know what to say . . .
Gah! There I’ve said it out loud. I use the . . . when I don’t know what the Hell to write next, and I’m stuck. So, I trail off and slip off of the page for a moment. Only problem is, I tend to put my reader to sleep. So I need to cool it in my writing.
It’s T minus 15, Folks, I’m finishing this blog post, and looking down the barrel of 2016. Time to put the punctuated foibles and faux pas of 2015 to bed, and dare to do better in Sweet 16.
Be Relevant on my own terms. No Octothorp needed.
Time to finish the damn book, too. Period.
Happy New Year!
Be your best you ever, on your own terms.