My published book has a few typos. And this is the Errata page.
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I’m not proud of these errors, but I guess it wasn’t unexpected. My son was my most active proof reader. He was twelve at the time. So here it is, a list of the known and reported mistakes along with an explanation on how each error came to be. Note: The unknown errors are not yet included in this list.
Page 59: There was a whole in the gas tank, but it was on the upper right side of the tank.
There was a hole – not a whole with a “w”. In fact it was whole hole. Because even a half of a hole is still a whole hole. Kind of blows your mind. Your hole mind.
Page 102: Life father like son.
Like father like son. Because “life fathers” are nothing like sons.
Page 124: I would accept the friendship of Julia, Frosty, LeBron, and Johnathan.
This error is almost forgivable. The individual second in the list actually spells his name “Frostee”. I can’t be held too responsible for this one since I grew up watching that wild snowman named Frosty every Christmas season. And Frosty the Snowman was all-living long before it became kool to spell thingz with alternate letterz.
Page 157: The stuff does works!
Not only does this stuff work, but it worked so good that I had to say it with a plural. It’s like working twice.
The first error took 59 pages to create. The next came 43 pages later. Then 22 pages passed and it happened again. Finally, a 33 page margin passed by before the last error. Mathematically, I produce and publish a typo every 39.25 pages. You know what that means? To put it another way, if the errors were days, I would make only a fraction of a mistake per month. That is an amazing coincidence. It just happens to line up exactly with the amazing amount of perfect that I bleed every day.
So there. I really feel better now that I got that off my chest. I’ll just continue my near perfection now…