Maybe this should have been my IWSG post yesterday, but it’s driving me nuts.
All my life, I’ve fought my dyslexia. It’s not like you see in media. I can read (extremely well, actually) and do math (less well, but still…). I can’t however remember phone numbers to save my life, and right and left… I still hold my hands to make the ‘L’ when giving directions.
But basically like my in-toeing and depression, it’s a part of who I am, and mostly it doesn’t bother me. Right up until someone starts reading my rough drafts.
There, their, and they’re? I do know the difference, but once I get in a typing groove, I’ll be damned if my fingers do.
Its and it’s… *sigh*
And even worse, that reading thing I mentioned above? I’m a fast reader and I comprehend what I’m reading, but I’m fast because I can (and do) scan whole paragraphs at a time. I get them in their entirety, comprehend the meaning (and remember the details), while barely reading the words.
So proofreading… I try. I really, really do. But my style of reading pretty much means I’m boned. And Prowritingaid.com, while fabulous, is not a fail safe for these things.
So I get critiques with people explaining basic grammar to me. And I appreciate it, as I do their time, and their willingness to keep reading an apparent idiot’s work, but I also want to just scream.
I’m not a moron, but you’d be hard pressed to tell reading some of my rougher drafts.