I spoke with my sister at length last night. She had read my short story and had enjoyed it. She was quick to quip, "And I found a typo." I immediately chimed in "Nah, I went over that story with a fine-tooth comb." Typos bother me, see? Especially in my own work.
It was late,so I vowed that this morning I would take the time to re-read it and see what she was talking about. I fired up the desktop and before I delved into it, I decided to check my blog roll to read some agent blogs. I was stunned to see that Nathan Bransford had a short post about typos!
After leaving a comment, I opened up my short story with a renewed spirit. And I didn't find one typo. No, I found three, not counting some comma usage errors. I can't say I was very happy. I will now upload the newly edited story and hope that I will never have to do that again. Something tells me that I will.
The good news in all this? It reminded me that God isn't finished with me. I will never have all my typos fixed. I will always have a comma splice, a split infinitive, a run-on sentence or a subject-verb disagreement. I am thankful that He is patient and kind with me enough to continue his devine copy-editing of my life. Someday I will be ready to be published, both in this world and in the next.