I learned Touch Type in high school, in the 80’s, on an actual manual typewriter. You know the one, levers, inked ribbon, type face smashing a blobby letter onto paper, a hand cranked roller. Two spaces after a period are hardwired into my brain.
In recent years I’ve discovered a campaign to squelch the two spaces in favor of a one space system. While trying to drag myself into the 21st century, I have managed to mangle my brain into supplying a random number of spaces anywhere, even where none belong. Thanks, internet!
Then, I found a bit of writer’s advice of dubious origin. “Most publishing houses prefer two spaces.” Eureka! It’s not that I expect to ever be picked up by a major publishing house, but Hell if I’m going to change for a possible ‘fashion’ if 95% of my writing is going to be in manuscript form.
TWO SPACES, FOREVER!
FIGHT THE PATRIARCHY!
VIVE LE FRANCE!
FREE NELSON MANDELLA…
Wait. I may have gotten carried away in my old age. Sorry. (Not sorry!)
Word count on beta draft to date; 56,532. Roughly averaging 2100 per day. Unfortunately, I’m about a third into the pen & paper rough draft. Either I hack&slash, divide into two books, or it’s an Epic-epic. We shall see…
Next week: The Oxford Comma