I love going over my first draft and seeing the silly typos that occurred while writing. Then there’s the goofs I spot after the first round of edits that somehow slipped past me. I’m sharing the best ones from Seismic Crimes.
Here they are:
Goof #1: A moment later, she heard the door bang sh*t.
(Umm…I meant to say “shut.” LOL!)
Goof #2: The last time he stepped inside, he came fact to fact with a crooked cop who hit him over the head and held him beneath the water.
(Fact to Fact? I type too fast for my own good.)
Goof #3: Not the brain hair matted with blood.
(I didn’t know there was such a thing as “brain hair.” Must be a new shade of brown.)
Goof #4: Beth was sorry they didn’t have longer to get to know each other beyond the introductions at the airport, the fried at Ryan’s funeral, and the silence during dinner.
("The fried?" I almost don’t know what I meant there. I’ll change that to “tears.”)
Goof #5: Beth and Donovan had a simple Thanksgiving dinner with two Cornish hens, a box of turkey dressing, a can of cranberry sauce, instant potatoes with a blog of garlic butter to make up for the bland taste, and a couple of beers.
(A blog of garlic butter? Would that be with Blogger or Wordpress?)
Goof #6: …causing Beth to stumble on the points of her five-inch feels.
(I didn’t know feelings could be five inches long.)
Goof #7: Women were running in their business suits, their shoes in their hands, their rude stockings ripped up to their knees and spotted with blood.
(I had no idea stockings could be rude.)
Goof #8: He rotated in place, searching for the fire chief. When he found him, standing near the building, talking into a radio, he limped over, couching as he went.
(Couching should be coughing….)
Goof #9: The ground shook beneath the coy Beth was sleeping on, prying her awake.
(Can a cot be coy? I don’t think so.)
Goof #10: Before they left, Beth ordered Donovan a roast beer sub on Italian bread to go.
(I’m sure a lot of guys would like a beer sub, but I meant beef.)
Goof #11: He limped toward her like a robot with a bed leg and every joint in need of oil.
(I didn’t know robots had bed legs. Let’s switch that “e” for an “a”, shall we?)
Goof #12: I’m going to put my gin down, but I’ve killed men twice your size with my bare hands, so don’t think I won’t do the same to you.
(A gin-drinking criminal? Nope. That’s supposed to be “gun.”)
QUESTION: What’s the silliest typo you've found?