A Quick Note of Apology
Every few days, my wife, Martha, yells at me about all the typos she’s found in my Substack. And she’s right - my posts are downright replete with dropped and misspelled words, dopy grammar, duplicate sentences, sometimes entire dropped paragraphs. Frankly, it’s disgusting.
“Didn’t you check?” she asks.
“Yes!” I tell her, and I did! Every single time!
But not really. Sort of. Quicky check-overs. Cursory, as the kids say.
“You have to let me proofread,” she says. Which is a very kind offer on her part but what am I going to do? Take her up on it? Martha? Grow up.
No, instead what I’m going to do is apologize to you for all of the typos. That’s first. Second, I’m going to try to do better. I have no desire to continue annoying all of you kind readers. You deserve better and I will try. Now look, can I promise totally error-free posts in the future? I cannot. But I can at least promise that I will make the promise that I just made. And you can take that to the banck.
I am right, he is wrong. End of story. 🤣
I love the little errors because when we write, I think they somehow serve to show that we're human. An increasingly important distinction online, in particular.
But I also love Martha and have become a huge fan of hers through your books. I think I have to side with her, as a woman. Hoes before typos or whatever they say.