Where’s the Beer?

I’m in the middle of proofreading and editing the first draft of Reunion at the Happy Valley Motor Inn and Resort. Every time I go through this process with a book I’m amazed at the silly errors I’ve made.

Honestly, I should turn out a better first draft. I taught English, for pity’s sake. My spelling savvy has always been above average; although, time and spell check have played hell with that skill. And I have a prodigious vocabulary. (See what I did there?) Yet, I often leave out words, apostrophes, and the occasional comma. My excuse? My brain works faster than my fingers do. Or maybe my fingers work faster than my brain. I’m sure one of the two is true.

With the help of several eagle-eyed beta readers I’m combing through my missteps, and just this morning I ran the editing program that comes with Microsoft Word. My score for the document was good, but not yet perfect, so I did a quick search to find the culprit.

I really did mean beer.

Apparently Word’s editor thought we were trapped in a vintage Wendy’s commercial.

https://youtu.be/riH5EsGcmTw

Peace, people.

Travels

life on the road
long miles broken
up by convenience
store stops and
fast food meals
mile after mile
of asphalt and
cellophane wrappers
bottled water
and countless
bathroom breaks
every wendy’s
looks the same
silly little
pigtailed girl.