Full disclosure: I am not a great speller. I was a great speller through grade school. I received spelling awards each year from first through sixth grade. Then something happened. I don’t know what. My Dad always told me that if spelling ever became important to me, I would figure out how to do spell.
The more I write and publish, the more important good spelling is to me. My Hubby is an excellent editor, but I do not like to depend upon him. Spellcheck is a lifesaver, but it won’t catch everything. I do find self editing very challenging. After writing several drafts, and reading my own work over and over again, I tend to read what I meant, rather than what is actually there.
I do so miss the days when I had an editor to make sure nothing slips by. Truth be told, no-one is perfect, not even the excellent editors of the Intelligencer Journal for whom I served as a correspondent for several years covering the Lancaster, Pennsylvania area.
Add my less than stellar typing skills, and you have a perfect storm for mistakes on words I clearly must know how to spell. Now add my tablet, or telephone, with the tiny little keyboard, and being technology-challenged have yet to figure out how to turn off auto correct. I try very hard to have “clean copy” for my posts, but errors in my comments have proven comically frustrating. Spell check is no help there.
What kind of professional am I? Wait a minute! I don’t get paid for any of this.
I will admit, if spell check doesn’t find any errors, I feel cautiously optimistic. If Hubby doesn’t mention any mistakes, I do rise and take a bow, and imagine the ovation from my many readers around the world.