Last January I decided to run off the writer’s bum and I’ll blog about that separately — but this year my writing resolution is simple:
No more than one exclamation mark a month.
With the exception of children’s writing (in which they can sometimes be endearing), I hate exclamation marks. I really do. Splatter them around in adult writing and they look like a social media rash. 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.