Want an ego booster, er, ah, ego buster? I selected one of my favorite pieces of writing and had it processed on-line by "Grammarly." Now please understand that I am fond of this story, that I thought I had done a superb job of conveying the tale in an interesting, nay, even exciting way. I will not tell you the results of this debacle, but 44 "problems" in six paragraphs?* That is unsettling. No. That is not it. What it is is it took me back to my fourteen-year-old self sitting in Miss Long's English class where she hands back the paper riddled with red ink, smeared beyond all recognition by her snide commentary.
Well, I'm not fourteen anymore, and perhaps I should have paid more attention in subsequent English classes, but that is, to be trite, water over the dam. And I'm not going to take it anymore. I shall continue to write for my own amusement. So long as I think I have adequately expressed my point (if I have one) I shall be pleased with myself.
And besides, why would I believe something (noun) which names itself an adverb? Pfffft, and nanner, nanner, nanner.
*I got 100% on spelling, though!