It seems I am cursed to remain the Typo Queen of the Universe.
I try, I really do. I spell check. Edit. Pause. Reread. Look at every red underline I find, yet typos still get into my post.
I remember one book I submitted that I thought was the absolute most perfect thing ever. My editor called me and suggested I hire a proofreader because the thing was riddle with typos.
I don’t get it. Do I read in tongues or something? Maybe Martian? A language I’m making up?
I know I can see and read. I can spot a 50% off sign in Macy’s a mile away. I can dig out a 20% off coupon to add to that from the black hole of my handbag in a power outage. I can spot a hottie who looks like Hugh Jackman or Zach Quinto or Keanu Reeves three blocks away and them cross the street without being hit by a car so he can pass me on the sidewalk and I can enjoy what his mama gave him. J.
So why can’t I see typos?
Someone told me that people who write a lot see what they think is right. If the first and last letter is correct, those between them must be also. It’s the only explanation I have.
Maybe an exorcism.
Ha Ha (or ah ah, depending on the day), very funny. I totally get this. I often ask myself how a reasonably intelligent woman like myself can have such stupid fingertips. Go figure. For me, it is certain words that seem to want to be spelled (over and over) the wrong way. Teh..the. I always search now for teh and replace instead of trusting my eyes. And aslo. I aslo spell this one wrong. Sigh. Nobody's prefect, right? Thanks for the fun post.
ReplyDeleteMy eyes go to typos automatically. Dunno why.
ReplyDeleteI can see them in other people's stuff, but, oh, dear, maybe otn mu ohn.
Irene
Can you contact me Kathye. Please!
ReplyDeleteMary
I have the same problem. I think we can't see the trees because we've been staring at the forest for so long.
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