It's time for another blooper reel! A few weeks ago, I gave you some of the typos that came from my dictation program. Unfortunately, the ones below can only be blamed on myself. These all come from Paralyzed, my most recent Christian suspense novel, which is now on sale for 99 cents at amazon!
When they got off the subway, Kennedy still had no idea where they were going? (I think my fingers got wind of Kennedy’s confusion and decided to make the entire sentence a question.)
This time she shounded more like a mouse. (I don’t really know what mice shound like, but I’m thinking it’s probably sharp and shrill.)
“Boy, you look tired,” Willow exclaimed and kicked off her feet. (All I can say there is, “Ouch!”)
It locked automatically, but she also threw back the dead blot from the inside. (I’ve never had a door with a dead blot. Have you?)
“Anyway,” Willow prattled on, smacking gun while she talked. (Of all the people to smack guns while talking, Willow’s probably just as likely as anyone else. Perhaps, though she was just chewing gum.)
The sound of her shoes clicking against the hard floor of the science hall made the skin on Kennedy’s neck stand on end. (All I have to say is that’s some pretty talented skin she’s got there.)
Kennedy had studied the Civil Rights movement in high school, but it had always felt just like any other period of history — long ago egos that only historians remembered or cared about. (Ok, granted many people who are studied in history classes probably did have big egos, but I think what Kennedy meant to say was long-ago events.)
It was like sensory overload, with the loud music and the dancing video scream. (This reminds me of a scary version of Edvard Munch’s painting, The Scream.)
Gino grabbed the back of her shirt and pushed her forward more faster. (Yes, I did graduate seventh-grade English. I promise. You might just have to take my word for it, though.)
The nurse set to work, spraying her wound with a big can of saline and spreading a large blog of antibiotic ointment. (I like blogs, really I do. But not when the nurse is trying to apply medicine on my gunshot wound.)
Random Fact: I enrolled in nursing school right after college but had a last-minute change of mind and went to work instead for The Fold Family Ministries, a home for at-risk teens.
Don't forget to buy your own copy of Paralyzed for just 99 cents. All proceeds before Thanksgiving will be donated to The Fold and their work with teens.