Tess Gerritsen has been getting letters from the grammar police. Apparently I'm not as picky as some of the people she hears from, but if I run across a wrong homophone while I'm reading (they're instead of their, for instance), my jaw clenches. I haven't run across a book with so many homophone or spelling errors that I couldn't finish it, but I've come close.
The other day I was looking through 'The Dragon's Lady' for something--I don't remember what it was, but it had to do with consistency with 'Sword and Scabbard'. That's when I ran across the wrong 'your'. The sentence was something like, "Your doing it wrong," instead of "You're doing it wrong." No one seems to have been bothered by it, but it was humbling for me. The little teeny piece of Type A Perfectionist tells me I'll just have to be more careful. The rest of me says I can't ever be that careful!
Labels: Writing