One week into this blog and I’ve already learned a few things, like how to find pictures of Matthew McConaughey and post one on the Internet.
One of the biggees I’ve learned is that it’s nice to have an editor.
After a couple of entries online I’d go back and read what I wrote and cringe if I saw an error. Maybe the program has spellcheck, but I haven’t learned where it’s located yet.
I printed out the little blurb I had written about “Rock Star, Supernova,” and brought it home for the 9-year-old next door to read. I was watching him that night because my best friend next door has a night class. Leify read through the article and got all excited.
“Auntie, auntie, there’s a mistake. It should say “and” instead of “ad.”
I asked him to circle it on the print-out and said I would fix it the next morning.
“You can’t fix an error in the newspaper,” I told him, “but you can fix it online.”
Tonight the three of us were looking at the recent silly entries on Bonnie’s computer and the 9-year-old got excited again. He wanted us to scroll up to the top of the entry so he could check and see if I had remembered to fix the typo.
See, I guess I do have an online editor after all, he just happens to be 9. Maybe the Enterprise-Record will offer him an internship when he’s about 11.
