When I first started trying to write novel-length fiction in middle school, I obviously made a lot of mistakes. One I can’t seem to live down is a particularly amusing spelling error.
I named the fictional town in my masterpiece Lilac Groove.
Not because I wanted the town to evoke images of a flower getting down or a purple hazed dance, but because I sincerely thought Grove was spelled Groove.
As an English teacher, I have a lot of my students try to tell me spelling isn’t important. I should know what they’re getting at and, really, the computer is going to catch all their mistakes. I argue with them, but it falls on deaf ears.
Guess what? Computers aren’t going to catch Lilac Groove over Lilac Grove. At least, they don’t have that capacity yet.