Listening to: Yellowcard, “Miles Apart” No matter how many times I and other people read through my manuscript, I still stumble upon typos when I go over it again. Beautiful, wondrous typos that make me burst into laughter at 4 a.m., like this gem: “…his breath sent an electric sock down my spine.” Teehee. Better […]Read More Typos
“If anyone stares too long out the window, create a diversion. Drop a glass, fake a heart attack, anything.” Rilla let out a loud huff of air. “Yeah, right. No problem. Should I put on a clown shit and do a little jig?” Oh, yes. Please put on the clown shit, Rilla.Read More Best. Typo. Ever.
At the sight of Charlie’s room–and his bed–a lightning blot of pain ripped through me. It’s like a combination between a BLOB and a BOLT. “Man, did you see that misshapen lightning strike earlier? It was like a blot of lightning.” Or something. -K.Read More Typo of the Day
“Kendra tried to smile, but her lisp wouldn’t cooperate.” Beautiful.Read More Typo of the Day