Yup, you guessed it. It's time for another blooper reel! I'm getting ready to publish my next Kennedy Stern novel, Paralyzed, which means I have a whole bunch of typos and goofs to share with you from the editing process.
Today, I'm including the typos that came from using my computer's dictation program. I hope you get a good laugh or two. (And please be sure to request your free copy of Paralyzed by joining the Alana Terry Readers' Club here.)
Reuben unwrapped his scar and draped it over Kennedy shoulders. (I’ve seen people unwrap scarves, but never scars. Impressive, Reuben.)
Reuben ignored her and draped Sukkot behind her back. (As fond as I am of Jewish holidays, this was supposed to say his coat, not Sukkot.)
She even had her pepper stray. (Can’t you just picture someone shouting that at a mugger? “Stand back! I’m carrying pepper stray!”)
Ribbon wrapped his arms around her. (Step aside, Reuben. Kennedy has a new lab partner now. Meet Mr. Ribbon.)
The younger policeman led Gino outside in his cups. (Cups doesn’t sound nearly as intimidating as cuffs if you’re asking my opinion.)
When God opens the skates for me, you bet your life I’ll be speeding on my way. (I know one day God will open up heaven’s gates for us to enter. Not sure about skates, though. I heard a song at summer camp once that skates were discouraged up there.)
She should be the one apologizing to him, apologizing for keeping him from eating any of the dancers like he wanted. (As fun as it sounds to meet dancers, it’s ok to discourage someone from eating dancers. Cannibalism is illegal in this country, as far as I know.)
Ruben was quiet as they waited for the tea that would take them back to campus. (Technically, the program got this one right. But the Boston Harbor is probably all clear of tea by now, so the only way to get around underground is the T.)
Air and Bible study were the keys to the victorious Christian life. (True, we technically do need air to live victorious Christian lives, but I think prayer is the word I was going for.)
She caught Kennedy’s I and stared a few extra seconds. (Thanks, dictation program, for taking me so literally. Unfortunately, Kennedy is at school studying chemistry, not existential philosophy.)
Even though she didn’t always remember her dreams, she often broke up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat. (Who are you breaking up with, Kennedy? You don’t even have a boyfriend.)
Random Facts: I had a ton of bizarre dreams when I was pregnant, including a nightmare that a cheese grater was trying to possess my unborn child.
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