Houston, We’ve Got a Problem

Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, Practioners of the English language…

Nous avon une grande probleme.

Wier haben eine grosse Problem. (Bigger even than auto correct’s attempts to turn French and German into English)

The National Spelling Bee is this week where grammar school-aged kids spell words that I swear were made up five minutes before being given to them, and TV news anchors try to guess the meanings…

while the scroll flying by under them is riddled with misspelled everyday words. 

I read articles by paid journalists in USA Today, the LA Times, various blog sites (presumably places with trained editors) contain errors of homonyms, usage, punctuation, and inability to differentiate between contractions and possessives. 

One site posed the question, “should we still teach spelling even with auto correct?” I was going to answer,  “Are you fucking kidding me? Hell, yes!”, but stepped back and toned it down to “Hell, yes!”  By the way, that comment got 20 likes.

I am a beneficiary of advancements in publishing technology in that I have been able to publish two books with it that had been rejected by every publisher and agent I approached (they liked the writing, just didn’t think there was a market). You can upload a file, push enter and voila;  you have a book available for sale. It’s that easy.

Unfortunately, too easy, in some cases. 

I have read offerings by some independent authors in which the mechanics of their writing was so bad, they completely distracted me from the story. Now, I KNOW these people have earned at least a high school diploma in the U.S., and that requires several years’ worth of Language Arts and English studies. 12 years worth of study. Couldn’t tell it by the writing. 

The truly appalling one was an article about a man reunited with his dog after several years. The author used this phrase to describe what the man had done in between losing and regaining the dog “He had became a dog trainer.” 

In case you don’t get it, the proper choices are either “he became a dog trainer” or “he had become a dog trainer.”)

I did some Google research on the author and it said she’d been a Language Arts teacher for several years. 

Too harsh?


I repeat myself. In other blog posts and on other blogs, I have urged the 5, 6, or 7 readers to not rely on auto correct or word processing programs in lieu of learning a broad vocabulary, mastering spelling, usage, punctuation, and grammar. 

“But that’s all memorization. It’s boring.”

Tough. Shit. It’s training.

In “The Paper Chase,”  the Contracts Professor, Charles Kingsfield, admonishes one of hi students for being unprepared for clas by telling him, “You come in here with a skull full of mush, but leave thinking like a lawyer.”

Training. He’s talking about training. Learning the difference between correct and incorrect; what is the proper word or arrangement of words for the given situation. 

We live in the information technology age, which makes the (rather small) dissemination of this essay possible. Computers can do a lot of great things for us, but we need to use our own brains or the skulls aren’t even going to be full of mush. More like month old oatmeal. One crucial things word processing programs and auto correct have not learned is that the English language is loaded with quirks, exceptions to rules, homonyms, and other holdovers from Angles, Saxons, the odd Viking raid, and a millennium long pissing contest with France. Word cannot completely grasp the tangle of Germanic and Latin roots that describe things like lactose (Latin) in milk (Germanic). 

In other words: the machines don’t have your back. You cannot rely on them to fill the gaps in your own Language Arts knowledge.

The current terminology to describe a seemingly random collection of words (usually to describe Sarah Palin’s utterances) is “word salad.” Without knowing the rules and how to build the solid structures for sentences and paragraphs, AND APPLYING THEM, it’s just a jumble without syntax.

Not only have these millennial (and Gen Y and Gen X) writers seemed to have ignored the rules of good writing, but they use beta readers (trusted friends who are avid readers that you choose to be an additional pair of eyes on your work) and editors who either don’t know them or don’t care to apply them. As a result, self-published authors as a whole get a bad rap for the poor quality product hitting the market from these sources. “This is why the traditional publishers don’t want work from self-published authors. They don’t know what they’re doing or don’t care as long as it sells.” 

It’s time for remedial Grammar School.

Find those DVDs of Schoolhouse House to learn parts of speech. (Everybody loved “Conjunction Junction” conjunction Junction)

Start following a grammar blog. I was considering starting a YouTube channel to teach spelling and grammar, but one of my cousins told me there was already a “hot chick” teaching grammar. 

Actually, that’s a picture linked to a grammar blog. You get the idea.

I love Weird Al word Crimes. #Yankovic

Someone who continually slapped a bunch of bricks and mortar together, yet never built a usable structure, could never call himself a mason. The same for hammering together a bunch of boards without consideration to measurement, support, and function ; that’s not carpentry. These are skilled professions.

Yet, we have stories, novels, articles, and essays made public that lack the basics in written communication because of electronic means of dissemination. No need to bring something to an editor for approval or rewrites.

Writing is also a skilled profession, but it gets as much respect as a public school teacher. In other words, none.

There is a scene from “All the President’s Men” (1976) showing editor Ben Bradlee with pencil in hand (the age of typewriter) copy editing articles by Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein that would expose the Watergate break-in as being the tip of a corruption iceberg in the Nixon White House. Bradlee was their highly trained and experienced pair of eyes to catch and remove errors, streamline, and improve the story. Woodward and Bernstein are not slouches as writers, but they know they aren’t perfect. (I couldn’t find a clip showing this scene) the quality of their writing, in terms of mechanics, was a helluva lot better than a lot I’m seeing lately. Bradlee’s blue pencil was in motion for a couple of minutes in that scene.

Get copies of Strunk & White, a good dictionary, Roget’s, Zinsser and USE THEM when writing. Train your brain. In fact, try writing the old-fashioned way; paper and pen. Do this as an exercise, then correct it or get it corrected. Think of this as a drill.


“Drop that laptop and give me 50 sentences. In cursive.”

Do you write? Get an editor, and not just your best friend Jo Jo, unless Jo Jo has been teaching writing and has a degree in it. There are sites to hire freelance editors for copy and for style. You need someone who knows more about this stuff than you do. Like maybe a professor at the community college, or a high school English teacher (although, that one woman with the “Had became”…be careful out there).

TLC channel just freed up hours per week by finally ditching those goddamn Duggars (Before anyone jumps: child molestation is neither godly nor moral. It’s sick. And we don’t know that he has actually stopped). Were it up to me, I’d have them filling that time with interactive educational programming hitting math and Language Arts (let the History Channel teach…I’ll go on a limb here…history), different hours geared to different levels. If AMC can create content to sync up your computer to program that’s on right now, then it shouldn’t be difficult for a student with a question about homonyms to be able to get it answered by a teacher on TV. We have the technology to make better, stronger, faster writers. 


With a Little Help From My Friends, Part III

First things first: These Foolish Things was reviewed by author Deliza Rafferty and she gave it four and a half out of five smooches. Link here:

Deliza’s Review


She nominated Laura Linney to play Liz. I never considered Ms. Linney, but you know what? Deliza’s right.

Thank you, Deliza!

However, in the third and concluding part of our ongoing trilogy, “With a Little Help From My Friends,” we come to the last  (current) contributor to These Foolish Things.


In case you’re wondering, I’m Ringo. Legalogos, Susan Drover and our next “guest” make me look good. In his case, literally:

author photo

No, no. That is me. For real. Untouched.

I have gotten more compliments on that picture than any other picture ever taken of me. Every person who has seen it has remarked on it being a great picture. Every. Person. (Exhibit A, the cat, is unimpressed. Nothing impresses a cat)

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Christopher Gregson took that photo.

The author photo, unless someone’s writing under a pseudonym, is a powerful marketing tool. It may have little or nothing to do with the actual content of the book, but people can decide whether or not to buy/read based on whether or not they like the photo. This is something you really want to get right.  I’ve paid for headshots before this and it turned into something stressful and more about what the photographer wanted rather than what I wanted, even though I was the paying customer.  Not with Chris. He understood and he executed.

 This is Chris:

The Gregsons

And Marie, his lovely wife.  October 20,2012. They are both lucky people.

I have a small stack of Chris’s business cards in front of me and he bills himself as “Writer/Filmmaker.” Doesn’t have “photographer” on there, but well, clearly, the guy’s got a knack, you know? Look at this one:


Okay, yeah, same session, same subject, blah, blah, blah, but understand this: I generally HATE pictures of me (unless I’m hiding in a costume at one of the Gregsons’ Halloween or Oscar parties). I LOVE what Chris did for me (and Marie. She is his assistant and this was a FUN session).

Full disclosure: These ARE my friends, but my friends have marketable skills in various fields. Call it destiny, Law of Attraction (I brought them into my life), serendipity, whatever that brought them and their considerable skills into my orbit when I needed them. They are there. I pay them for their services and the results (marketing, graphic design, editing, and photography) are  fabulous.

Chris is a  working videographer/director. He has directed a great music video for singer Darci Monet:

“Go On” Darci Monet (feat. Debby Holiday and Levi Kris)

Disclosure: I’m in the background somewhere in the group shots. Eh, I’m not a singer

He also directs a wonderful cooking video series title “Dish It Out” with Tony Rocco Spatafora.

Gregson Films Youtube channel

Spats has guests come in like Charlene Tilton, French Stewart, and Sheena Metal (Queen of LA Talk Radio) and they cook, they gab, they have fun on camera.  From what I hear, those sessions are fun, too.

I can’t tell you how lucky I feel.

If you are in the Los Angeles area and want to talk to Chris about his services, he can be reached at

And Chris? Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou