I have asked a couple editors to review my posted stories for typos and other errors, as there seem to be a surprising number of them. It boggles the mind.
There have also been a few correspondents who have been kind enough to write -- again and again -- to point out my errors. As if my self-esteem wasn't in the toilet to begin with.
But I am making corrections to my working files as the notes come in. Truly egregious errors, like switching character names, I try to fix right away with an update submission. Obvious typos and other annoying but non-critical errors I accumulate pending a sufficient quantity to add a re-post to Lazeeze's work queue. I had been reposting individual chapters myself, until I learned that much of the formatting was lost by that method.
And I'm back to writing what I may call the Seneca Series. It begins in the last year of the Civil War with an eighteen-year-old farm boy from Defiance, Ohio. He's one quarter Onödowáʼga -- Seneca, a tribe of the fabled Iroquois Confederacy. But even that quarter portion of native ancestry has a profound effect of his experiences in The War. And after. But those stories are at least a year off -- lord willin' an' the cricks don't razz.