It is I, Evelyn Ink, back from the swamps, bogs, bayous and–– all right fine, those are all just different words for the same thing. I admit I was trying to make it sound more interesting and less muggy and mosquito ridden that it was. To be perfectly honest I can’t give you the exact location of my most recent escapade, as one never knows when one might need to return to the perfect
vacation spot. Having returned however, I find myself perfectly appalled by
Edwin Riddle’s total neglect of my charming blog! Not only has he failed to
post my weekly letters (adventurous tales–– both lavishly written and highly entertaining),
but has (to my horror) been instead posting the insane ramblings of that
diabolical Grammar Society.
I am quite sure my books are just as
splendiddly splendidly edited as any
other book on the market. I haven’t read them myself, and am continually
hounded by mad grammarians (demanding most ardently that I should look up the
correct usage of whom versus who … but let’s be honest, whom is an archaic word and quite
drowned by the surging river of linguistic innovation… and who has the time
anyway?) Just the same I feel quite certain my novels (though terribly
unsettling in many other ways) are perfecty perfectly legable legiable
A cheery and daffodil filled Easter to all!