In my head, I saw myself writing my entire memoir in solitude in my cozy little home, drinking good coffee with little to no distractions. In reality, it hasn’t even been close. But through it all, one thing is clear: my commitment to finishing it is stronger than ever.
I’m realizing that it’s less about where I write and more about letting it happen when it needs to.
So often when a person is reading, their brains will read things as they expect them to be, not as they’re actually written. What happens when that person is a copyeditor?
Are we getting lazy? Maybe we’re not as good at this as we think we are?? The real reason we’re not catching our own typos.