I remember being informed that I had a feminine style of punctuation, a tendency toward digressions (parenthetical and elliptical mine shafts sunk to dark depth in empty directions meandering as the nuptial chamber of bark beetles) and dependent upon some sort of emotional logic—all whilst shouting!
I wrote a story called "Of Genus Lie." The first line:
Half-way down the pasture hill, she looked up and saw the old woman waiting for her.
They gave me scholarship money.