humiliation: the best teacher evah
so, i am an ass.
following directly on the heels of the announcement that i just had a story published, i have learned that the version of that story that is published is rife with grammatical errors, and it is out there for all to see.
completely, totally, 100% my fault.
moreover, i did not read through the story completely when it was posted this week to make sure that all was well, and so it fell to my parents to point the issue out.
yep. my parents.
to be fair, who else would be willing to tell you that your writing has genuine errors in it? it’s rather like the rare times when i attempt to dress myself without my wife to doublecheck that i’m not wearing stripes with plaids, sneakers with slacks, that sort of thing.
only, it’s worse than that. i pride myself on attention to detail when it comes to my writing*. how am i to be taken seriously if my published work is filled with incomplete sentences and awkward phrasings**?
it is deeply humiliating, and i did it to myself. well, i suppose that’s better than being humiliated by someone else. on the up-side, as someone said to me today, i will never let it happen again.
ah, learning experiences.
* less so, with fashion, obviously.
** okay, maybe not “filled with”, but definitely “peppered with”, or perhaps “lightly salted by”…