Spooky. I’ve been reading a book that frequently misuses the subjunctive mood, and (because I’ve known about the correct usage a whole 3 months) I’ve been moaning about it. It’s spooky, because over on Freshly Pressed, there’s a post about the subjunctive mood, and the writing challenge is ‘If I Were…’
See? Coincidence?! I don’t think so. Clearly, the spirits of grammar are infiltrating my mind.
Easy way to remember the subjunctive mood: If I were a Rich Man. Or, for the younger generation, If I were a Boy.
For an excellent post on the subjunctive mood, I’d suggest this article:
I have to scrub up on points 4-6. I think I use them naturally, but I’d like to know why I use them. I want to be a grammar geek, you see?
Anyway, back to today. Second post. That’s two days in a row, which is a big achievement. Slept in, which wasn’t the best start, then hoofed it to local coffee shop to crack on with CCC (that’s Christmas Challenge of Coolness. Where the coolness comes in, I’m not so sure. I’m definitely not cool, but right now, the weather is, so we’ll roll with that.)
Anyway, I’m going to throw myself into chapter one. Yeah, enough of this ‘Oh I’ll plan for 800 years and then eventually fill in the blanks’. If, by the end of the day, I can sketch out the opening scenes and get a smattering of words on a page, I’ll be a happy bunny.
P.S. Having just read my twitter feed, I can see I have made a terrible moodal mistake.
P.P.S. Why is it so easy to see the errors in others’ work, but not your own?!