Oscar Wilde said "a poet can survive everything but a missprint." I suspect that that's a slight overstatement. And yet, there's no denying that a typo can really mess with the rhythm, the weight, the meaning of your words. And sometimes it can really stick in your craw.
Mumblety years ago Althea, my first Regency, was published. In the fullness of time my editor called and said, do you want to write more? And I said "yes please," and wrote My Dear Jenny. Reading Jenny now pleases me...
Published on July 11, 2011 00:37