Lynna Clark: A little messed up, or Autocorrect can be your worst enema
Do you ever get a song stuck in your head? Currently I have a Kenny Chesney tune repeating over and over in a loop. You know the one. We’re “a little messed up but we’re all alright!”
I hope he is correct. Otherwise I just admitted to you that I have voices in my head for no apparent reason.
Thanks to my pastor I also have a word stuck in my head. He used reciprocity during his message a couple times Sunday morning. Of course I know what it means…
Okay. So I looked it up. But only because I tend to write words thinking I’m saying one thing when actually I’m saying another. The wisdom of Inigo Montoya in the movie Princess Bride comes to mind. “You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”
The autocorrect on my laptop generally does a wonderful job underlining words with squiggly lines until I get it right. The sad truth is that I will never spell restaurant correctly without help. Green lines point out poor grammar choices while red ones point out misspelled words… I think. Sometimes I get so many colorful lines that it’s hard to tell. I’m writing a fictional book and I used a word for a narcotic but couldn’t get the spelling right. The suggested word looked pretty convincing so I changed it to that. Later I decided to make sure and whoa… never meant to indicate… ewww!
I didn’t know they made a drug for that sort of thing. Kinda glad I checked. As my friend Ann says, “Autocorrect can be your worst enema.”
I think I told you about my beloved son-in-law Shane who texted me that he’d be late for Sunday lunch. It seems church lasted longer than usual because they had several starvations. Apparently it WAS a long service. Yep. Autocorrect is wonderful.
Annyyywayyy… I’m writing a book. The characters keep me awake at night. They want so much to be put on a page that I’m having a hard time sleeping. Daddy says I should start killing some of them off. I feel sure he is correct.
The crazy thing about the storyline is that the stuff that’s most unbelievable has actually happened to us in real life. So if and when it gets published and you find yourself thinking, “That could not happen…” just know this: Truth is always stranger than fiction especially in the Clark house.
You might even see your name. If you’ve been a nice person your name will be attached to a good guy. If however you’ve been a rapscallion, rascal or scallywag [my program also has a Thesaurus] your name could be associated with a troublemaker.
It’s called reciprocity.
Right about now my poor pastor is shaking his head mumbling, “You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”
That’s okay. My other spiritual mentor continues to assure me of what I know to be true.
We’re a little messed up but we’re all alright!