Never having blogged before, I turned to anumber of reference books, but was unable to find the one called “Blogging for Highly Intellegent, But Clueless People.” Or the one for, “Mildly Intellegent, but Clueless People.” Or “Writing a Blog In The Midst of Chaos Without Making too many Grammer and Spelling Errors.” I really wanted the last one, but alas, I am forced to write at the sideline of a raging balloon fight for ten year olds without the assistance of any of the above named manuals.
I like ten year olds and am particularly fond of my own. Still, as much as I enjoy their company, I am directly blaming all spelling errors on them!(convenient, eh?”) Are spelling errors allowed in blogs? Do the blog police come after you, pull you from your home and toss you in blogger’s jail when you mess up on grammer? Never having blogged before, these are, I believe, legitimate questions. It’s always good to know what to expect ahead of time.
Is there a Blogger’s Police? An official or unofficial group of people who rate, rank, critique or otherwise frown in disapproval at a blogger’s spelling and grammar errors? If there is, I am destined for Blogger’s Prison; that official place where they toss people like me who are…how do I say it? A tad hopeless?
Two days ago I wrote a letter to a friend who suffered a sad loss. It was a good, heartfelt letter, written on a lovely card. By hand. In ink. Without the benefit of spell-check. I read it through, expecting to be amazed by my fluency and outpouring of concern. What I got was a letter that made partial sense, was missing parts of words and had an appalling lack of fluency. Did I re-write this card? No, I did not. I scratched in missing thoughts, scratched out and filled in the rest. It wasn’t pretty, but it said what I meant to say and I think my friend will understand the sentiment.
That is how I write. I can’t help it. And while I promise to double check my work before I send it out to be read, I can’t promise that you won’t wince and grimace or outright laugh at my mistakes. Go ahead. I just hope you understand the sentiment.
