Fancies not Fancys

Fancies not Fancys

Isn’t the human mind an amazing thing? I think so anyway.

First thing this morning before I got out of bed I had a flashback of a spelling mistake on last night’s post. I could see it plain as day. As if my mind had recorded the mistake like the Engine management system in a car. The little orange light then pops up the next time you start the engine. Not as serious as the red Oil light but there to bring your attention to a little misfire which left unchecked could be the start of a bigger problem.

I am sure you have the same experience from time to time. I remembered typing the word fancys and saying, subconsiously, ‘That doesn’t look right.’ But I was in the groove and typing like Dan Brown (sort of). You all know the feeling, getting the sentences down quickly before they evaporate into the eternal abyss.

It reminds me of running. Sometimes if I stop to chat to somebody or just to get a stone out of my shoe, it feels so hard to regain my tempo. In fact sometimes it can be impossible to find the rhythm for the remainder of my run.

I missed the mistake, even on the read through before I clicked the Publish button. It’s hard to explain but when I read through my own writing straight after writing it, some mistakes are invisible. The solution would be to save it to Draft and read it the following day. But the thing about me is, if I save it to Draft I will come back and hack the thing to death, changing this and that until it has lost its flow.

For me, personally, I feel the answer is to practice. Practice learning to rewire my mind on each read through. To look at the screen like somebody who has just learned to read English. How would each word affect how they recieved the message?

It’s Saturday morning and I have chores to do. I better be getting along.

Thank you for turning a blind eye, now and then, to the spelling. But do not let me off with it too often, because that’s when I get lazy.

Thank you for reading

Frankie.