I am dyslexic and so, before I send off any writing, I have
to pass it through my guy.
There are times when I really dislike him. He is brilliant,
of that there is no doubt. He is also ruthless and completely without whimsy. He
says he melds all my literary elements, but I think he squeezes the life out of
them. Everything has to be ‘correct’. Calling him pedantic would be an
understatement. He is downright picky.
And yet, where would I be without him?
He corrects my spelling (spellchecks only pick up so much).
He nit-picks at my punctuation and points out gaps in the plot. Maybe this is
his most important gift to me. I tend to edit my stories way more than most
people and, consequently, relevant plot issues that I planned to move elsewhere
sometimes go missing. My guy never fails to pick this up.
He could never be a fiction writer because his head is full
of facts and academic papers and intelligent references; while mine is full of
mystical places and strange storylines and unlikely people. Without him I would
still be compelled to write my stories, but the reader might struggle on
occasions to make sense of them and so, reluctantly, I will take my hat off to him.
In fact, I will applaud you, sir! Thank you for all your
toxic notes and corrections, but don’t expect me to be happy about them. When
it comes to the technicalities, you are always right, but in everything else
you couldn’t be more wrong! My stories are better because of you, but you really
do drive me nuts.
I now have to give this to you to make sure I’ve not missed
a comma or confused the spellcheck. I humbly place it at you feet and feel
compelled to say…
…thank you.
3 comments:
Thanks Val. I'm not dyslexic but my partner is. And I too could do with a my guy or gal. It's punctuation with me.
You and your guy make a great team - unstoppable!
Always good to have a helpful someone, even if you can't always feel totally grateful.
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