I have had an epiphany.
In my job, I do a lot of writing and editing. Much of the editing involves stuff that co-workers send me for the company’s internal newsletter. These articles, blurbs, snibbets and belchings of words come from non-writerly folks and, as the writerly folk among you can imagine, there are many mistakes. Commas where there shouldn’t be or semicolons where semicolons have no business. Run on sentences. Descriptions of things that include the word “very” way too many times. But none of these bother me (well, maybe a little). The thing that makes me crazy is extra spaces.
AP style dictates that there only be one space between sentences. Most people don’t let AP style rule their lives like I do, so I can also forgive the two spaces in between sentences. It’s the three, four and *gasp!* sometimes FIVE spaces in between sentences that are like fingernails on a chalkboard to me. And then there’s the worst of all offenses: two or three spaces in between words! What kind of insanity drives a person to put more than one space in between two words?!
But I had the aforementioned epiphany just today and I think it has helped me gain a little perspective on this whole crisis. And here it is: they don’t care. They put extra spaces in between words or sentences and they actually don’t care. They don’t even notice those gaping, life-sucking voids on the page where there should be no void. Can you imagine?! This epiphany should help me get over it and move on. But I have a feeling it won’t.
And here’s how imagine this whole situation as my co-workers see it:
In other news, I got a blog award from the fabulous Kris Atkins. And here it is:
So now I am charged with passing it on to 15 other lovely blogs! Here you are (and someday when I get my act together and get that blogroll over on the side working, you all will totally be listed there…)
TGIF everyone! And the last few days’ countdown to Nanowrimo begins!