Friday, October 28, 2011


Two year olds are good for many things, like being defiant and yelling "No!" then giving you the best snuggle ever. They are also good for discovering the funny, and sometimes absurd, aspects of language.
My two year old was jumping on his bed yelling, "Yeehaw! Yeehaw!" I'd never heard him say that before, so I asked if he was a cowboy.

He gave me a funny look and an "uh-huh" followed by "Moo! Moo! Momma, I'm a cow-boy! Moo!" Apparently his interpretation of the word cow-boy was a little different.
I have to admit, his idea of a cow-boy makes sense. It is a much more literal definition of the word than a man who leads cows; he is neither cow nor boy.

And my two year old, he spent the rest of the morning running around the house mooing.

Sunday, October 16, 2011


When I was little I loved olives. I would to look forward to Thanksgiving just for the big bowl of black olives. Some people think they are a garnish, I thought they were a meal in themselves. My love affair with olives began a long, long time ago.

I grew up in a big family, so we didn't go out to eat very often. On our birthday we got to pick a restaurant and go out with just my parents. For my 7th birthday I picked my favorite Mexican restaurant in town, and I knew exactly what I was getting: taco salad. Why? Because it came in a tortilla shell and, most important, it had an olive on top. In fact, it usually came with TWO olives on top!

We went to the restaurant, just me and my parents. We ordered, and I waited. And salivated. I could almost taste the salty, pickley, tart goodness that was coming my way. Finally, the salad arrived! I looked down and admired the golden, crispy shell. The aromatic ground beef and fresh lettuce. The bath of salsa and dollop of sour cream. And then . . .


I was crushed. I didn't even want the stupid salad and its stupid shell. I just wanted my olives. Two whole olives that were going to be all mine. I would have taken one, maybe even just part of one. But there was nothing. I didn't want to make my parents feel bad. I was still eating out at a restaurant, which was a BIG deal for kid #7. So, after a small bit of complaining, I said,

"Oh well, I'll live!"

And then I started to laugh. And my mom laughed, too. Because "I'll live" sounded a lot like "olive". Which doesn't make any sense other than it was punny, and I knew it.

And in that moment, on my 7th birthday, without any olives, a Word Nerd was born.


This past week was B-U-S-Y!

I had to finalize edits on the novel I've been editing all summer as well as pump out edits for a dissertation proposal. I knew the proposal was coming but wasn't expecting it this week.

The novel is called Futures, and you can find out more about it here. It's a fun sci-fi story and will be available on e-readers for the holidays. I'll let you know the purchase information once it's available.

I was contracted for the novel through Blue Cannon Group. If you're looking for an editor, graphic artist, or business marketer for your work, check them out. Or, if you're interested in contracting me as an editor you can email me:

Monday, October 10, 2011


This blog is more than just an editing website. It is a celebration of language. You will find editing advice, book reviews, linguistic humor, and my own running commentary on this world of words.

Come on in, look around, and have a pun time!