I had dyslexia long before the lexiconists conjured a word with too many hidden vowels.
I’m undaunted by my condition. I love words. ’Fly’ is my favorite example of what happens when a verb impregnates a noun. The offspring don’t need a three-minute dissertation describing their function.
My mistakes have made memorable headlines. A morphed word or two can produce comedy or tragedy. When I see ‘police’ on a patrol car, I see ‘poultice’ — which might or might not be synonymous with a pleasant experience, depending on the ZIP code. Or the condition of your skin.
Writers are urged to keep a dairy. My house isn’t zoned for one cow, let alone a herd.
Oh, you mean diary?
I see no difference. Dairy or diary – success involves three steps:
1. Arise at 4 am
2. Engage brain
3. Milk it
If I wanted a workaround for this little warp in my hard disk, I would keep a urinal.