Somethign in the way she movesWeird song, right? I don't even know how to pronounce the words in that song. There's probably a reason George Harrison didn't write that song. I bet part of the reason is that he was writing with a calligraphy brush on some kind of a vedic parchment at a monastery in Dharamsala instead of typing on a laptop. All I know is, if it had been twenty-first century Wayne typing that song on a laptop, it would have come out "Somethign" the first seventeen tries. Guaranteed.
Attracts me like no other lover.
Somethign in the way she woo-ooos me.
I'm a Millenial, or whatever they're calling my generation; I mean I've been typing on computers since AIM was The Thing. But somehow there are still words I use all the time that my fingers stubbornly will not learn how to type. Maybe these words actually mean sometihng[SIC!]. Maybe there are subatomic particles out there called questinos and informatinos, just dying to make themselves known by shooting out of my typing fingertips. Maybe wtih was a conjunction favored by Shakespeare before the rule-bound grammarians in the 18th century legislated it out of existence and history. Governmnet, I'm convinced, is a euphemistic profanity employed by libertarians, along with its close cousins governemnt and governmetn. (Governmetn's great, actually -- I may follow the libertarians on that one.) What all these words have in common is that they have valiantly resisted the most dogged attempts to eradicate them from my first-draft prose.
I twice heard Brian Doyle say, If you want to be a writer, learn how to type. Mr. Doyle, I'm trying so hard.
