Always Check Your Spelling, Especially Proper Names! by Annette Langer

Annette Langer

Annette Langer

My first name is not an especially difficult one to spell, or so I thought. It’s just one “A,” two “N”s, and two “E”s separated by two “T”s. Easy-peasy, right? But believe me, it’s been misspelled as Anita, Antoinette, Antonia, Annetta, and even Arlene. I found out when traveling to Egypt that the hieroglyphic equivalent of my name translates simply to the phonetic “Anet.” Certainly the ancient Egyptians can be forgiven for dropping a vowel or couple of consonants here and there. After all, they built the Pyramids with manual labor, and losing extra baggage along the way easily can be understood.

Perhaps the most blatant misspelling of my name, however, came in the form of a valentine I received from a boy in grade school. It was addressed in a childish scrawl to “Dear Antenna.” While this faux pas occurred more than fifty years ago, I still remember it, and so may your readers.

The lesson to be learned here is this: If something is important enough to send/submit/hope-to-be-published, double-check your facts and triple check your spelling. That’s why staffers’ names are listed in a newspaper or magazine’s masthead. A prospective editor or publisher may just assume your work contains other inaccuracies if you didn’t take the time to verify the spelling of the recipient’s name. It could mean the difference between getting your piece considered for publication and losing the chance entirely.

Happy Valentine’s Day, all the same!

February 2011 President’s Mesage from Violet Carr Moore

Sprinkled with groundhog traditions, valentine hearts and flowers and a presidential holiday, February blends white snow and black top hats, red roses and chocolates and grayscale history. Twenty-eight days with sunrise one minute earlier and sunset one minute later every day except February 20. That Sunday morning, the sun will rise two minutes earlier. Celebrate that extra minute as a hint, an omen, to make the day special. Capture those sixty seconds in a poem or paragraph about a single minute in your life.