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HOW DO YOU SPELL SUCCESS?

 

S-u-c-c-e-s-s, I hope. Ba dop boom! But seriously, folks ... 

Ironic it is that some writers can't spell. Yet no more unusual than some musicians who can't read a note or some grandmas who can't knit a sweater. We all excel in different areas.

Unfortunately a writer can't expect this sort of understanding from an agent or an editor. Today, most will toss aside a submission that's loaded with misspelled words, convinced that if the writer is that sloppy with the manuscript, s/he couldn't possibly be much neater with the subject.

Are you risking a toss of your precious work? Find the misspelled words in the sentences below. 

 


 

1. Tanned, fit and graying, Mike Carrington cut and impressive fiqure in his exspensive suit and desiner glasses.

2.  She could almost fell the heat, smell the fumes, here the plesantries exchanged between so many people trying to get were they were not.

3. Most poeple didn’t reconize him anymore, an those who though they did couldn’t be sure unless they asked.

4. He popped two Tums in his month, then leaned foward with a stern look that warmed he was about to say something that should'nt be repeated.

5. At the conferance table, Sally became the offical host, filing the air with small talk as she filled crystal glasses with crished ice and crisp tea.

6. Their was a time when the city of Manhatten was like a sexy seasoned woman wicking at him across the Hutson River.

7. Its hard to watch him eat Mario’s supeme creation with those dirty figernails and greace-stained hands.

 


 

1. Tanned, fit and graying, Mike Carrington cut and [an] impressive fiqure [figure] in his exspensive [expensive] suit and desiner [designer] glasses.

2. She could almost fell [feel] the heat, smell the fumes, here [hear] the plesantries [pleasantries] exchanged between so many people trying to get were [where] they were not. 

3. Most poeple [people] didn’t reconize [recognize] him anymore, an [and] those who though [thought] they did couldn’t be sure unless they asked.

4. He popped two Tums in his month [mouth], then leaned foward [forward] with a stern look that warmed [warned] he was about to say something that should'nt [shouldn't] be repeated.

5. At the conferance [conference] table, Sally became the offical [official] host, filing [filling] the air with small talk as she filled crystal glasses with crished [crushed] ice and crisp tea.

6. Their [There] was a time when the city of Manhatten [Manhattan] was like a sexy seasoned woman wicking [winking] at him across the Hutson [Hudson] River.

7. Its [It's] hard to watch him eat Mario’s supeme [supreme] creation with those dirty figernails [fingernails] and greace [grease]-stained hands.

 


 

Did you find them all? Hope so. But whatever your spelling score today, you can always improve it with a little preparation. Refer to a dictionary whenever you have the slightest doubt about the spelling of a word. All that tender loving care you apply to each manuscript will come back to you--if not in the form of a contract, at least in the form of professional respect.

 

 


© 2007 Elizabeth Guy

 


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