Dyslexia

The picture 

I realized I was dyslexic​ before college where I was “tested” by a friend in education.  I’m so dyslexic that when I taught English,  would warn my students that the more nervous or anxious I got infront of the class, the more I would mispell on the board and that pointing those mispelled words out was cool because they could help me proofread.  I mean, they were just sitting there,  It was the least they could do.

What this uniintentionally did was let everyone off the hook from perfection.  Should a teacher write mispelled words on the board?  Absolutely not.  Should a teacher worry so much about the spellings of words that she doesn’t teach?  Absolutely not.  ​

We live in an age where the mystic of “being a good speller means I’m smart” has been dispelled mostly to the younger generation.  Why be impressed with being abel to memorize when the entire world has been at your fingertips your entire life.  ​

Reading the sample above, I doubt anyone would question my desire to go into English education; however, this is exactly the reason. 

I’m a writer.  I have always been a writer.  Me not being able to spell the words I write did not and has not stopped that need and that desire to write out the stories in my head.  I’m super lucky to have the technology I do becuase without it, I’d not be able to be understood by many.  

I made over 200 dollars this month with my smut writting.  I’m not kicking ass or anything, but I am proud to be making what I consider a significant amount of money.  

I’m going to be prepping to participate in NaNoWriMo2023–a scheme to get my novel on paper in 30 days.  I’m excited, but nervous.  Writing outside the smut arena is dauntng.  

​But hell, I’m a writer.  I have to try.