This year my writing resolution is simple:
No more than one exclamation mark a month.
Or at least, no exclamation marks unless they’re justified. I hate them; they look like a social media rash and they make me reach for the wet wipes.
Still, having spent a lot of time on Twitter (or at least more than I meant to), they’ve burrowed their way into my writing, not because everything I say warrants an exclamation, but because in some weird way, it makes tweets look friendlier, or bubblier, or something.
Oh, don’t get me started.
So, so much more ‘me’. In fact, I don’t even like cake, apart from Mum’s. So, Mum’s cake. Does anyone even need to know about that? No.
That’s my resolution. To be more me.