It was just a dark green and black blur passing through my eyes and the sound of smashing leafs and accelerated heartbeats while I was running… Unti... I heard my name. Leticia… I heard the familiar but older voice calling me. I looked around just to see Marco staring at me through the trees a few steps away, standing in a clearing in the forest lit by the moon light. Marco… I muttered. I stepped into the clearing trying to understand what was he doing there, stood still in the middle of nowhere,. So, I go to my wife and as I tell her about the party, I'm already expecting to get shot down when she surprises the Hell out of me and says, "Yes, we should go and meet other people doing this, it could be fun just to visit and hear what other couples are experiencing!" I was completely floored and as giddy as can be when I clicked the, "Yes, We will be attending!" on the computerized invite! This guy was sharp, he had a site set up for all who were attending and he asked everyone to share a. Sherry took the lead, “Come on, what kind of question is that?” She grinned at Jim, “Beam us the next question Scotty, er Jim!”Everyone was laughing. One reporter huffed, “I thought it was a good question...”Jim heard him, “Okay, then we’ll skip you ... next?”Channel 2 News, “Are you planning on suing the hospital for not believing the girls’ story?”Sherry answered, “No, of course not. We only threatened that when they wouldn’t release the girls even after THEY admitted the girls had been fully. They were much nicer about it than I suspect I would have been. So, as someone who likes to think they know a thing or two about words, I thought providing a few bits of general writing advice might be a constructive response to the whole affair. Writing about writing is notoriously fraught with danger. Any rule you state is almost certainly one you have broken somewhere within your own work. Frankly, you’re doing well if you manage to avoid providing examples of the mistakes you’re talking.