I’ve hired a new copy editor.
Her name is Kathy Lanson (no relation … unless you count the 38 years we’ve been married.) Her rates are really reasonable (I cook a cheese omelet and wash the kitchen floor every weekend). And I’m hoping she’ll catch the occasional missed article or misspelled word that sails past my eyes.
I won’t make excuses, but will tell you my eyes haven’t been quite the same since a bug related to Rocky Mountain Fever scarred my retina a decade or so ago. Kathy says it’s just a matter of reading each word aloud. As a learning specialist and head of her independent school’s writing center, she should know. As my wife, she unfailing does.
So if you catch a typo or a missed article from now on, don’t blame me. I’ll be too busy washing the kitchen floor to respond, anyway.