Sep 13, 2021 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 thought "everyday" removed 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. "Every day" means "each day." 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 wanna read 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. 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.