I am a bad speller.

A very bad speller.

I have not been able to spell well – ever.

I shall never live down practicing spelling words in my friend’s kitchen and getting hung up on sweater, which kept coming out as swearter.

Just so you know it is not true that reading will improve your spelling.

Reading more improves vocabulary.

Bigger words are harder to spell.

In my case, that has just made my spelling worse.

But now I have spell check to help!

Which is great help except when it isn’t.

I am sad to report that spelling a word so poorly that spell check can’t figure out what I’m trying to say is a regular occurrence.

Very regular.

It’s happened twice so far in this post.

To make matters worse, now my fingers are betraying me.

Tommorow never comes out right, nor does, untill, recomend and a slew of others. I think I’ve typed them wrong so many times that they are stored in my fingers’ muscle memory incorrectly.

And then there is my nemesis:

Minet.

Minuet.

Mineut.

Minute.

Tonight I’ve been writing about the River Run canoe race, and my nemesis has been cropping up quite a bit. So, if you ever notice that things are taking a few slow graceful dances instead of a few 60th’s of an hour, please forgive me.

I’m sure my editor will catch it, eventually…