Full confession: I’m kind of a wordy. Not the study Latin to understand root words kind, and definitely not the compete in a National Spelling Bee kind. But I sit solidly in the spelling matters, it matters a lot, and I’ll rewrite an entire letter rather than send you something with a misspelled word crossed out area of things. Also the spellcheck is our friend and sorry, can’t help it, I’ll judge if you’ve made a ton of spelling mistakes in your email type.

Let’s just say stumbling across a misspelled word actually provokes a tiny pang in my English major heart. Ouch. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have my own words that jam me up.

Like Wednesday. I swear, every time I have to write that word I hear “Wed-nes-day” in my head. Sure, it’s slightly embarrassing seeing how days of the week are on elementary school spelling lists. Like early elementary school. Yikes. But what else do I have to do here except share terribly embarrassing details about my inner thoughts.

Handkerchief is the same kind of thing. Hand-ker-chief [cheef].

Accommodate is a 50/50 shot. Sometimes I nail it, sometimes I miss an m. Spellcheck saves me on that one.

Nauseous, nausea, and nauseated are also a crapshoot. I hear I might not always use the right one in the right way, too, so that’s a double whammy.

Ironically, despite being a playwright it took a good five years to quit getting schooled by spellcheck out of writing “playwrite.” Mortifying. Absolutely mortifying.

There’s probably a ton more but that’s what occurs off the top of my head. We’re lucky tech has stepped up to help us out this much — I get spelling alerts and some programs will even tag grammar issues. Plus I keep a bookmark for dictionary.com and thesaurus.com because we need all the help we can get sometimes, am I right?

Linda hosts Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week’s prompt is “a word you have to look up.” We all have words we can never spell. Use one of yours in your post and let that word drive your stream of consciousness where ever it goes. Have fun!