It isn’t really a book until I have a blooper.  And I have the best bloopers.

Once, while working at church camp, I meant to write “It appeared that Namai had been right.”  Instead, I wrote “It appeared Namai had beer.”  Freudian slip, I’m sure…

Today, I was making a novel note for my thesis on my phone, while talking to my boyfriend on the same phone.  I was making a note about a rock tumbler, and I started to write rock tumbler spelled as such: coc…  Then I erased it and wrote the correct thing.  I think my boyfriend is still laughing.