I have always been one of those readers who will find an error in the story I’m reading. It could stem from my OCD, which I thought had eased up a bit the past couple of years. Whether it’s a typo or the wrong spelling of a word, it tends to take on a life of its own on the page, glaring at me, daring me to call it out.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m far from perfect. My two novels have their fair share of errors. I still cringe when I think about them. Why didn’t I catch them if I’m so observant? Good question. One reason is time constraints. When you’re working against the clock, you don’t have the time to make corrections and still make that deadline. Those errors you learn to let go. The others… I’m human. I try to catch as many as possible, but I have a feeling there’s always going to be a few that slip past me.
I also have a pet peeve. Well, it used to be a pet peeve. Since I’ve gotten older, it’s gotten worse. It drives me up the nearest wall when I see a word that has the incorrect spelling. The word is right, the spelling isn’t. Not a big deal, I know. I realize what the author is saying. I get that. But what does it say if the author doesn’t know he’s using the wrong spelling? That’s where I trip over that line. Especially since I’ve started writing myself. You PORE over a book, you POUR water out a pitcher. You guide a horse by the REINS, a king REIGNS over his subjects. I go through numerous books in the course of a week on my Kindle. Errors abound, and I cringe every time. Authors depend on beta readers and editors to find and fix errors. I know, no one is perfect, and I’m being obsessive. Did you read the title of my blog? I know, I have issues.
Don’t even get me started on the difference between a muzzle and a snout. That’s a whole other can of worms. 😉
Till next week,