Garie McIntosh

Author, grammar enthusiast, entrepreneur

Professional summary

Garie started out in administration in the fields of healthcare, project management and database development. Since 2016, he has been working to further develop himself as a fiction writer, and on his grammatical and linguistic pursuits. He considers that storytelling is analogous to communication. Garie writes stories with strong, authentic characters that are defined by strong writing and themes and thereby reinforce the power of communication.

Grammar enthusiast (writer/editor) overview

Having written and published his first novel, What's in a Name, Garie facilitates a process-method as an editing solution to enable writers and editors to meet traditional publishing standards.

Professional/Entrepreneurial overview

Garie makes the elements and tools of his own success available through the educational and grammatical linguistic material that he produces in academic modules and facilitates through McIntoshLinguistics, his editing-service business.

Career and objective

One aspect of his career that Garie focuses on is to write novels and educate others on the effective use of English in literary manuscripts. The objective of this focus is to make the elements and tools of his own success available through the educational and grammatical linguistic material that he produces in academic modules. These modules are available through McIntoshLinguistics, which aims to formalize a grammatical approach through a process-method.

An excerpt from What's in a Name

“Every woman knows her own sorrows,” the woman said.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“So, you call yourself a serious cook?”

“If you love curry chicken, ma’am, nobody make it like me. And johnny cakes. I make those too.”

The woman gave Dell-Dell a half smile. Dell-Dell now knew for sure that her gift-charm had worked. Again. Like a gate she had caught a lever in the latch. Like water she had formed a new path.

Dell-Dell lifted her glasses and dried the pooling perspiration at the base of the rim. Then she dried around her mouth and her neck and smiled broadly. The long green frills of the palm tree, scratching her sunburned felt hat, were swaying to and rustling from a gust of sea breeze. Dell-Dell experienced a slight relief from the heat. The tail of the woman’s garment fluttered.

“What’s your name?”

“Dell-Dell, ma’am.”

“Gladys Waters.”

Gladys Waters invited Dell-Dell into the house. Dell-Dell followed her up the stairs and through the fanciest room with the nicest furniture, including a dining table fit for a king, and the largest TV she had ever seen before. They passed the kitchen on the left and came to a pair of great big open glass doors. She walked Dell-Dell through them out onto this thing of a veranda that looked onto the water at an angle and made Dell-Dell imagine that she was on the deck of a ship. After she had told Dell-Dell to have a seat at a table, Gladys Waters went back inside.

Dell-Dell removed her hat and her glasses, dried her neck and her whole face properly with her hand towel and took in the view of the ocean. Dell-Dell could see mountains and Hanover in the distance, across the water. Gladys Waters returned with a pitcher of ice cubes and water, and a tall glass. She had filled the glass and handed it to Dell-Dell. Dell-Dell began gulping down the ice water even as Gladys Waters, who was having orange juice, sat down across from her.