I feel as though I owe some of you an apology. I was recently informed that my writing is incredibly offensive, not because of my vernacular (though there are people *cough cough my mom* who would perhaps agree to that) but more so because of my atrocious grammar and spelling. To which I say, get f... KIDDING.
You guys, in my defense I was a dyslexic child who learned how to spell in pudding (no joke! my mom is the coolest. She would spread pistachio [my favorite] pudding onto wax paper and have me spell words with my finger... if I spelled it correctly I got to lick my finger! Brilliant right?).
All excuses aside however, I am a lost cause (or partly so). I love words, I love writing, but I will openly admit that I am, without a doubt, an editors worst nightmare! Grammar Nazis would have me sent to the linguistic gas chambers (also known as Mrs.Browns writing class).
Bring on the edits, I swear I am teachable... just don't expect too much. There are limits to my abilities, I openly admit that, and I may never author a Pulitzer worthy piece, but I have come to accept that as well... if only my critics could find it in their hearts to do the same.