I am a stickler for rules, particularly those governing language, syntax and the written word. For many years, I pored over new editions of the AP Style Book and Chicago Manual of Style.
But sometime between my early 20s and this week, rules changed without my notice: now only one space is required between sentences. . .and none between ellipses' periods. This is disturbing news.
What's more, that I'm doing it wrong makes me feel old. Kids these days (yes, I said it!) use only one space. Even 20-somethings use just the one. Yes, I learned to type on a typewriter. (Thank you, Miss Marto.)
I find this habit nearly impossible to break.
I am notoriously stubborn about language. I note a distinct difference between nauseated and nauseous. I know no one can give more than 100 percent effort at his job. I refuse to use transition as a verb. I refuse to use impact as a verb, except in cases of one object physically crashing into another, and I will never suggest that someone insert himself into a situation.
But this, I can do.
When my current manuscript is complete, I will do a huge search-and-replace for double spaces. Then they will disappear from my computer forever. That means I have about six months to get it right on the blog, too.
Wish me luck.
I blog rarely, because I'm writing books. When I do blog, I focus on writing, friendship, family, and books. Because my family's best nicknames are private, I use their birth years for shorthand: