Splleing Issuses

It's tempting to just hang up blogging.

My spell check for my blog page isn't working. It just stopped. I hate this because I stink at spelling. I've had to resort to the electronic pocket spell checker that I carried with me everywhere during high school and college. I know I'm missing little, and probably big, mistakes. Be patient with me. I'll figure it out eventually. In the meantime, I feel really vulnerable without my security blanket. God bless the person who invented the spell checker.

Did you know that Shakespeare spelled his name a dozen or so different ways (none of them Shakespeare)? It was a sign of creativity. A person who could only spell a word one way was considered dull and unimaginative. I wonder if Shakespeare would have backed down from writing Romeo and Juliet if he had to follow all of Webster's rules.

Well, I'll just encourage myself with all that, and long for the days of less refined spelling. I'm all for advancement--things like indoor plumbing and washing machines, but why did they have to mess with spelling?