A Birthday Waltz for Jenny Hansen
by Lisa Norman
Author’s note: Today is Jenny Hansen’s birthday, and I was challenged to write something to celebrate her. You may notice this article is not in my normal style. No editors were harmed in the writing of this article. Although one did require a bit of a hug afterwards.
For Jenn, on your birthday—may your prose be lively, your commas cooperative, and your semicolons never lonely.
Scene 1: The Ballroom Opens
The chandeliers glitter, casting commas of light across polished marble. The great ballroom of Language hums with anticipation, ever-changing as the lights shift with the seasons.
Through tall golden doors, the punctuation marks sweep in.
Commas, normally so reliable and powerful, chatter like excitable cousins at a wedding, clustering and clinging, never quite finishing a thought. Dancing with and, and deep in discussions of Oxford versus minimalism.
Periods tap polished shoes to keep time. Solid. Steady. Reliable.
Semicolons hover near the punch bowl, sighing about how no one truly appreciates refinement anymore.
And then—cue the fanfare—the em dash bursts through the doors. Glitter. Swagger. Spotlight. Every eye turns.
Scene 2: Enter the Em Dash
The em dash doesn’t simply enter—it commands. Each stride a statement, each interruption an encore. It—oh, there it goes again—cuts off the poor colon mid-explanation.
Writers swoon. Nothing says drama like a dashy entrance.
“Why use a period,” they whisper, “when you can leave your reader dangling, breathless—just—like—this?”
The em dash twirls beneath the chandeliers, scattering tiny hyphens like glitter.
Somewhere, a comma faints.
The em dash becomes a solid feature of every best seller. Used cautiously like the spicy attention-seeker it is.
Scene 3: AI Learns the Steps
In the shadows by the orchestra, something hums—a quiet algorithm keeping rhythm.
AI watches, recording every sway, every glittering dash.
It studies billions of lines where the em dash twirls and the comma stumbles, where humans dance on the edge of grammar. And it learns. Em dashes are power.
Soon, every AI draft reads like a Broadway revue choreographed to feature the power of the em dash.
Em dash. Em dash. Em dash.
Too much spice! But… more human than ever before.
The writers pause mid-spin.
“Wait—if I use too many,” someone whispers, “will readers think I’m the bot?”
Scene 4: Humans Change the Tune
The chandeliers flicker as the music stutters. A new rhythm takes hold—chaotic, human. Imperfect.
Writers begin to trip deliberately:
- Misspeling words, definately.
- They repeat repeat words.
- Sentences are left hanging mid
- They sneeze mid-keystroke: asdflkj.
Laughter ripples through the ballroom. The orchestra hesitates, unsure whether this is rehearsal or rebellion.
(And somewhere, the Grammarwitch, my amazing editor, clutches her editing pen like a sword. Don’t worry, Lori—it’s all on porpoise. Now she’s clutching her double strand of pearls in horror.)
Scene 5: The Feedback Loop
AI joins the floor. The lights flash in binary—on, off, on—as circuits hum in time with the waltz.
Now the bots mimic the humans mimicking the bots. They stumble gracefully, pretending to forget the steps, adding a typo flourish here, a double word there.
The ballroom becomes a whirl of mirrors. Reflections of reflections of reflections.
Who’s leading now? Who’s following? The music doesn’t seem to know either.
Scene 6: The Toast
The orchestra quiets. The chandeliers dim to candlelight.
Across the glittering floor, commas and colons pair off, exhausted. Even the em dash slows, pausing mid-gesture—just this once—to let everyone catch their breath.
Raise your glass.
To punctuation—forever personified.
To writers—forever messy, magical, and occasionally misspelling for effect.
To AI—forever awkwardly trying to keep up.
And most of all, to Jenn—may your birthday be punctuated exactly as you please (with or without em dashes).
Has the dance of AI interfered with your writing style?
Alternatively, please feel free to add birthday wishes for the amazing Jenny Hansen!
About Lisa

Lisa Norman's passion has been writing since she could hold a pencil. While that is a cliché, she is unique in that her first novel was written on gum wrappers. As a young woman, she learned to program and discovered she has a talent for helping people and computers learn to work together and play nice. When she's not playing with her daughter, writing, or designing for the web, she can be found wandering the local beaches.
Lisa writes as Deleyna Marr and is the owner of No Stress Writing Academy. She also runs Heart Ally Books, LLC, an indie publishing firm.
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