if you want things done write
A smart woman once said, if you want things done right, you should probably do it yourself. Where was she about a year ago?
Do you know that awkward moment when you discover something that could, potentially, be very embarrassing—toilet paper on the bottom of your shoe…a big piece of spinach in your teeth…your fly is open—but by some minor miracle, you discover it before anyone else…and you’re saved?
Yeah, that’s not what happened to me.
Once upon a time (because all really good fairy tales start that way, right?) I started a blog, and a website, and through the joys of social media, embarked on this crazy journey of mine. In fact, it was just two years ago when I wrote my very first blog, and I have written every day since. Crazy, right? Some people think so. But that’s not the point I’m getting to…
So I started my journey with tools such as Twitter and Facebook, and I started a website and gained a small following. And as I blogged away, my tiny empire began to grow. My followers became many, my Twitter account grew beyond the hundreds, and writers from all over agreed to friend me on Facebook. Life was exciting. So exciting, my husband decided to help me along by opening other accounts for me. Things like StumbleUpon and LinkedIn. Places I had never heard of, and therefore, had little interest in. But it made him feel helpful, so I smiled, and nodded and let him have his fun.
This is the place where the happily ever after should go, right?
No. This is where I stumbled upon my LinkedIn account to discover my husband had set up a wonderfully lush profile for me, littered with misspelled words and inaccuracies.
Oh no he didn’t!
Oh yes he did. I read my profile with wide eyes and an open mouth. The meticulous grammar queen…the imaginary spelling bee champion…the all-around writer that I am, was listed as a writter.
A writter. Someone who writs, apparently. And I couldn’t spell curently, or writting, or several other words that my spell checker refuses to allow me to misspell in this very blog. And I laughed. What else was I going to do? Only seven people wanted to be my friend on LinkedIn, and now I know why.
Who wants to friend a writer who can’t spell writer?
I quickly set to work fixing all of the spelling errors and profile inaccuracies. It didn’t take long. But it was long overdue. I have been on LinkedIn for almost a year.
Of course, I told my husband about his handiwork…asking him how someone with his technical expertise could be such a bad speller. He just shrugged, as if it was no big deal…until I reminded him I was a writer. And according to LinkedIn, I was a writer who couldn’t spell writer! His laughter shook the windows. Tears streamed down his face. And the man who fears my blog more than I fear spiders, actually begged me to blog about it.
So of course, I did.
Until the next time…I’ll be writting lots of things!