“Make sure they know that I don’t edit your posts on Wednesdays!”
Actually, I already explained the fact that she doesn’t edit these posts. Of course that conversation occurred at the bar, and was met with much ridicule, so maybe the point was lost.
David started when he caught a typo in a Wednesday post before I did and immortalized it in a humorous comment. His comment would have been rendered unexplainable if I had corrected my error. This is worse than it appears because my editor knows David and the two of them are guardians of proper grammar and the King’s English, respectively.
Kate noticed a much more embarrassing typo in last Wednesday’s post, but I had already made the correction. I can only assume that she saw it before I made the edit, or that she read the post in the email feed. You see, WordPress doesn’t send corrections out via email.
In the first published version, ‘candy bowls’ was ‘candy bowels’ – the kind of error that one of your blog’s supporters will quietly alert you too:
In what news organizations might describe as ‘full disclosure’ I also have to let my editor off the hook for typos in photo captions and replies to comments. She does sometimes catch these, after the fact, and alert me to them, but sometimes it’s too late. It was too late when Joey noticed that WordPress or my iPhone had turned ‘stab’ into ‘Stan’. Actually, given the proximity of the ‘n’ to the ‘b’ on the keyboard, I probably typed ‘stan’ and my phone capitalized the ‘S’ the way Word is itching to do right now. My editor might have noticed that. My friend Stan might have noticed that, but Joey got there first:
This might have been a case of turnabout being fair play. I was subtly reminding Joey that she once promised to explain how The Wizard of Oz is a Christmas movie
I could go on, as you all well know, but none knows better than Linda, who took a cute jab at me after my comment on her #SoCS post. I was trying to compliment her on having written over 4,000 words for her NaNoWriMo challenge, even though she’s somewhat disappointed with that word count. That led to this friendly exchange:
They do say: “no good deed goes unpunished.”
Before I prove Linda correct, I’ll wrap this up by saying that I love my editor, and I truly appreciate that she paid attention in school and extends her grammar shields around my unguarded freighter, I as travel the Blogosphere. David will understand the reference, as will Mary and my editor will probably sigh at being drawn into an allusion to Star Trek.
I also truly appreciate the eagle eyes and quick wit of my loyal readers. Touché David, Kate, Joey and Linda – and thanks – you guys make this community fun!
Since David got his shot in first, I’m sharing some pictures of a road trip he treated me to around his area of England, a few years ago. If I messed up any captions, maybe he can correct me.