When even Grammarly can't help*

This was dictated to me by the devil on my shoulder.

Why is writing so hard? It shouldn’t be this hard. All you have to do is sit down at your desk and invite your fingers onto the dance floor of prose composition, that’s all, just ask those shy, spindly digits to boogie with you; “May I have the honour of this rhumba madame?” Surely no well-brought up daddles could rebuff such a charming offer? It should…