Like everyone, I am a busy person. I get up early to go to work, work long, hard days and come home to more responsibilities. I would love to write here more often and more deeply, but often cannot. When I do write, most often it is while I am ordering coffee (or sitting and drinking it quickly). As I am typing, friends are often walking up to talk to me. I almost never have time to proof-read what I write. I am on call for patients 24-7 and am almost always interrupted before I have that luxury of reviewing. I do dream of having the time to write carefully. I do visit other blogs and so many are done very professionally.
Why am I telling you this? On more than one occasion, I have written things here and finally get a chance to read it a week later, only to be horrified by typos. Sometimes . . . okay, twice, I have had people send me e-mails to scold me for my typos. They said things like, “Hey Mike, if you are aspiring to be a writer, the it reflects poorly on you to write poorly on your blog. Go back and fix your typos!”
I feel embarrassed about that. However, I do have another problem and that is I have dyslexia. I didn’t know this until I was almost forty. But then things seemed to start making sense.
When I was attending my small elementary school in Tennessee, I greatly excelled in most school topics. It was especially true in science. I was seen by teachers and fellow students as a child prodigy in science. I won the district science fair in physics (first place) and was second in over-all scores. When I was in the seventh grade, I was invited to come up to the high school and do a class lecture to them on earth sciences (and demonstrating my home-made seismograph). But that suddenly changed when spelling tests were introduced. I failed miserably and after thinking I was bright . . . suddenly I knew I was stupid. I failed miserably in spelling bees too. Of course, in those days neither teachers nor myself knew of dyslexia.
As a Navigator, I did horribly at memorizing scripture. I bet I spent three times as much time on it as my roommates, but did worse than the others when our leader asked us to quote the verses we had memorized that week. I remember our staff leader calling me out, in front of the whole group, of not taking scripture memory seriously.
I tried to avoid writing classes in high school (while writing a lot on my own) because of public ridicule. When I started college, I had no choice but to take creative writing. I remember a profession calling me aside as he was assigning grades. He told me, that he had never had a situation where the best writer in his class was also the worst. I was confused. He said the content and creativity was superb, some of the best he had ever seen among his years of teaching. However, I was seriously hamstrung by misspellings and strange subsections such as “two” for “to.” So. he gave me an A and a D for his class, but averaged them as a B (hoping that I would work on the mechanics of typing).
I know that dyslexia is far more common that we thought and some reading this may have it. But when I see words, I see them (in my mind at least) like the scrambled letters that you must type on webpages to prove that you are not a robot.
My book, Butterflies in the Belfry, does not have this problem because I hired three different editors to help me clean it up.
I want to come back to the comment that I am an embarrassment to myself, as a writer, when I write here so poorly. But what they really should mean is that I am a poor typer. I type fast and as I try to read what I type, I don’t see blatant errors. So, to help with this, I may do an experiment where I do video blog posts.
I do have to run or hike almost daily (or at least 5 times a week) or I would need a forklift to get my (would be) fat ass out of the house. I want to try and figure out a way to do a video while I hike. The logistics will be a little hard as I don’t want to create a shaky video that will leave any viewer puking on the floor from motion sickness.