Typos are pesky little devils that creep in. But I was a slow typist at one finger at a time and seemed to avoid them quite well. My nemesis was spellos. I phonetically spelled, not wanting to have a big book around to constantly look at as I wrote or typed. So, I never had or used the dictionary throughout my education and career until one magically appeared in Microsoft Word, often steering me to the wrong word.
But even typing became laborious, so I switched to dictation software and found that it improved my spelling greatly. Unfortunately, much of the dictation software out there after 18 versions or so that I have purchased over the last 20 years still has problems understanding my aging voice with breathing problems and a remote array microphone.
So, although I now rarely have any typos and almost impeccable spelling, wrong words or "speakos" creep into my discourse like gremlins in the night. I have a devil of a time tracking them down and getting them purged for the right word.
Don't you just hate it when that happens?
I love "Typos" it speaks to me.
Thank you,
Carol Wilson-Mack
I have read a number of your writings, but I must say that it is rare for a mistake of any kind to creep into your work. Oh, there's an occasional tidbit that catches my eye, but it is rare indeed. In fact, it is a pleasure to read the things you post on AD. As a public school teacher for thirty years, I found it difficult to concentrate on the content of students' work because of all the misspelled words, poor punctuation and grammar, and messy papers in general. I am reminded of a reacher I once taught with from Mississippi. She was quite intelligent and funny, and she always managed to make me laugh at anything she happened to tell. One day, during our planning period, we were laughing it up over this and that, when she proceeded to tell me about this fellow she dated while he was in the military. In her strongest Southern dialect she said, "He was a fine man—kind, gentle, hard-working—all the things a woman could ever want in a man. And I'm sure he would have been a wonderful husband. But when he wrote letters to me, there were so many misspelled words...well, it just made me sick at my stomach, so I just had to tell him I couldn't see him anymore."
David
Love ya!
Jane