Thanks to those of you who kindly pointed out that one sentence in my last post still needed to be capitalized. Nothing humbles a writer faster than realizing that he left a big ol’ grammatical error in the post he wrote specially to congratulate himself on his writing.
Often, as I did for that last one, I write these newsletters up ahead of time, then triple proofread them before scheduling them to go out in the morning.
However, as was the case for that last one, all three of my triple checks are done late at night, after work, with sagging eyelids that blur my vision and blind me to my errors.
When my scheduled email arrived in my mailbox this morning, and my fresh, caffeinated eyes noticed my error, I almost broke my coffee pot in frustration.
You would think that after exactly 365 days of doing this, I would have it down to a science by now.
Oh, well.
As I’ve heard many authors more talented than I reassure themselves, it’s the content that matters, not the grammar…
… right?
Thanks for reading Elephant Graveyard despite its author’s faults, and feel free to share, so even more people can text me to alert me the next time I screw up.
:)
Here’s to another year of typos.
(However, if you’re reading the blog post version, which, unlike the emails, I am able to edit, forget everything you just read. I’m perfect, and incapable of mistakes.)