Posted on October 2, 2002 in Writing
I like to blog late at night when the inner censor shuts down and the words flow more clearly. The trouble is that when I get up in the morning, all these typos and grammatical abominations have sneaked in. Where did they come from? I didn’t see them last night.
I need a something like a roach motel to catch them when they scuttle in under the cover of sleep to discredit my thoughts.