For the first time in my entire life, today, I realized the actual difference between the word "everyday" and the term "every day." In countless blogs, posts, emails, writings . . . I've technically used it wrong. I can't even explain what I thought "everyday" meant - I thought it removed some of the emphasis of - every - day - and made it more colloquial. Like- I did it everyday v. I did it every day. But, with a little Google got-my-back, I realized "everyday" is actually an adjective that means typical, ordinary, commonplace. So WTF. My world is blown. And I call myself a writer?! Fuck yes I do. The more I write, the more I risk typos - left and right, up and down. I write too much to be discredited by conventional mis-usages of words. I make words up. I use words in new ways. I hyphenate the-shit-out-of things. There is always more to learn - I can never completely grasp every nuance of each word in the English lexicon. I don't have to know it all to make a damn good, impressively descriptive point. Sometimes I look back on writings I've done that are so-so. Sometimes I think, "Would anyone ever want to real this?" I've read the first eight chapters of my book so many times, they're boring to me - I wonder if anyone would be even remotely interested in it. And other times, I'm amazed by my own brilliance. No joke - I had no idea I was capable of expressing something so profoundly until I read it back to myself. I could never take all the credit for that--divine information flows through me that's far beyond what my skill set provides. I used to be super judgmental when I found typos in books. Then I started writing one. And fuck, it would be a miracle to publish a book without a typo. It's the meaning that matters. The little slips don't deserve so much as a blink, definitely nothing to sweat or judge or worry about. You wanna express yourself in writing? Then you gotta risk a typo.