OK. I'm going to make you think I'm in the early stages of dementia.
That's because, in the last blog entry I talked about how I sometimes turn down help that people offer me. I also explained why.
Now I'm going to talk about people who have offered to help, and whose help I gratefully accepted.
There are, you see, some people who offer to help me and who I generally DO accept it from. I thought I might just give them some credit.
Those of you who have followed my writing for a while are probably familiar with my two part time editors, Peaches and Plan B. I am beholden to them, and so are you, whether you know it or not, because they make my writing a lot better than it was when they first got it.
But there are others who routinely help me with proofreading, and I'd like to tip my metaphorical hat to them too. I didn't ask them if I could do this, so I'll use pseudonyms for them.
One is a guy I'll call Pusay Liqueur, because that's what he wants to be called. Do not ask me why. I'm sure there's a story behind it, but I've never asked. Pusay has methodically gone through a whole passel of my older stories and he has a sharp eye, because he's in my inbox EVERY day, with a notice of more that he's found wrong.
The other is a guy I'll call "Drafty." He and I got in a big argument one time about something he was complaining about in a story. I don't do this often, but I even suggested he might be happier if he stopped reading my stories.
Cooler head (his) prevailed and he just settled in doing very much what Pusay has been doing. Since I have a LOT of older stories, some of them quite long, they both have plenty to do for a while longer yet.
What mystifies me is why they do this at all. They're spending hours and hours poring over something they've already read. I love to argue, and if there is any question about an issue they bring up, I argue about it first, and fix it later. Yet they put up with me, helping me make my work much cleaner and more pleasant for all you nice folks out there to read.
I'm not going to look these two particular gift horses in the mouth, though. Between them I'd estimate, conservatively, that they have identified two hundred clerical or spelling errors, which have been corrected and resubmitted to the ever-so-patient moderators at SOL.
So my thanks and a good deal of credit goes out to Pusay and Drafty. I can't pay you anything, and unfortunately this isn't the kind of credit that spends. But please take my thanks along with $3.75 from your loose change jar and I hear Starbucks will give you a cup of coffee for it.
Now I have to go check my email, because one or the other of them will have sent me a correction notice while I was writing this.
* sigh *