I don’t disagree with Carol about this issue. I think adverbs and the word well (as in Well, I was talking to Cindy and . . . ) mostly weaken a manuscript.
Here’s my thing, I think sometimes an adverb here or there can work well in a ms. if it’s done intentionally, for voice. These times are rare. Rare rare but they won’t sink your manuscript (in my humble opinion). In fact, if we’re being honest, a lot of adverbs won’t sink your manuscript as evidenced by popular books in all genres. But as a rule of thumb, I would say cut them out, cut them out, and see if you can show rather than tell how someone ate, how they cried, how they screamed. That’s how I feel.
On another note, one time Kyra told me my blog posts were sort of sad. Not like bad sad but depressed sad. I’ve been thinking about this a lot. It’s like when people read EVERYTHING IS FINE and say, wow, that is such a downer and I’m like what? I thought Mazzy was funny. I liked her and I sort of thought it was a happy book. So then I think, I may be twisted.
Yesterday I found out I am twisted. And I’m twisting my boys? Am I?
My three year old and I were in my bed reading books. I hugged him and said, I love you so much.
He said: I love you too Mom. And I will never ever ever ever ever ever run away, or get lost or get dead or get hit by a car.
I sat there. Stunned. What am I doing to my child? Granted, we have had two recent deaths in the family so he’s been to some viewings and he’s been asking me questions like why did Ron get dead, etc. And yes, he and baby brother have run away on a few occasions and i may have overreacted but is he scarred? Am I negative, watchout, don’tgethitbyacar or get dead mom?
I might be.
I don’t want to be.
I didn’t think I was.
Am I twisted?
I couldn’t stop thinking about it all night. I’ll admit, i was concerned that he worried about those things but I also couldn’t get the words, “i won’t get dead” from running around in there. I love my boys. I love them so much. I don’t want them to get dead. I want to protect them and hug them and keep them by me and make sure everything always goes perfect for them and I want them to be happy, and kind and eat vegetables (which I’ve failed at already) and not dump cheerios all over my house and then stomp on them and them spread them around and then draw circles in them.
How do we protect our kids?
And how do we not scare our kids?
What is our responsibility as adults?
Am I twisted?
Are you twisted?
I think that’s all for now. Don’t use -ly words.