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By The Urban Blabbermouth
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Now that I have spent several years writing for this blog, I have, quite unintentionally I assure you, turned into a writer.

I know this because I have come to notice how tricky words are. As write, I type as fast as I can to get my thoughts on screen before I forget what I want to say. I am a terrible typist so I make mucho mistakes. I hit the key next to the key I wanted, I transpose letters, or worse, I just simply misspell words. Every once in a while, I hit one of those control keys and a mysterious window opens, or weird characters appear on my screen, or my document starts to print out.

I rely heavily on my spell checker to catch my typing mistakes. But the English language being what the English language is, the spell checker catches the mistakes and substitutes the wrong word. I am really annoyed by this. Here I am typing furiously trying to get what I hope is an amazing story out of my head before I lose my idea, and my concentration is interrupted by the wrong words. My writing folder is full of ideas that went, poof, into thin air.

Somewhere in repeated cursing at my spell checker, I began to notice how simply changing one letter changes a word. For instance, cork so easily becomes dork and short becomes shot. Close but such different meanings and usages. Sometimes I combine mistakes, change a letter with a transposition of another letter and end up with an unexpected and quite saucy result, boost into boobs. You can see why that one stuck in my mind.

If the word has many letters, then it becomes harder to spot, previous becomes pervious. I found out that there are words when reversed spell another word. I have no idea what they are called but here is one: star reversed turns into rats.

I have started to wonder where words come from. I was writing the word tomorrow, messed up the spelling and the spell checker came up with to morrow. The spell checker guessed I wanted to write two words instead of one. I didn't realize that tomorrow was composed of two words until then. It's probably a phrase from a poetic Shakespearean speech - for to morrow may bring such sweet sorrow - that eventually got mispronounced into one word.

It's ironic that as I write this post, my spell checker is throwing up curious words that I did not intend. I give you a hint: hint became hing and where became whee. You figure out the rest.

Now that I have discovered that I like words and their formations, I am starting to feel like a writer. I am getting ambitious too. I want my stories to be more interesting and fabulous than they already are. I will enroll in a writing course. I want to move to the next level, from an amateur writer to a hack writer.

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