Don'T Make Your Realiyives Edit You!

[Wifetheif]

My bad book club is reading a work that unaccountably has over six-thousand four and five star reviews on Amazon and NO zero star reviews. Our brilliant author had his, no doubt long suffering wife edit his manuscript. Did you know that Riggamortis is the proper spelling of Rigor Mortis? News to me. Did you know "rigamotisy" is a valid term to describe a not quite stiff corpse? Now you do. Our hero has also said he "done heard" Howlers of typos abound. Our MC loudly proclaims he is "WINNING!" here's a "joke" "I was so heavily armed that the TSA would actually stop me." HOW can this be so popular.? Direct quote: "Your mother smells of elderberries and your uncle's cum." (I am not making this up!) I don't get bent out of shape by a few misspellings and typos but "To go all Minecraft in the forest." (WTF doest THAT mean?) At one point our MC becomes both "invisible and intangible" SO he winked out of existence entirely? Maybe a real editor could have salvaged something. Point of this tale Although appealing, either do it carefully yourself OR get someone who will be honest and merciless. Friends don't let friends edit friends.

 

[TheLobster]

Did you know that Riggamortis is the proper spelling of Rigor Mortis?

Obviously. It’s 2026, we can’t be going around and saying the hard R anymore.

Did you know "rigamotisy" is a valid term to describe a not quite stiff corpse?

Intriguing. I’d sooner expect it has something to do with Rick and Morty.

"Your mother smells of elderberries and your uncle's cum."

I assume this is followed by the character calling the other one a hamster and farting in his general direction.

To go all Minecraft in the forest.

Seriously though, this is indeed pretty atrocious. But if the book is relatively so highly rated, then surely it must’ve had some redeeming qualities…?

 

[Five_Inch_Heels]

"Your mother smells of elderberries and your uncle's cum."


Sounds like a good line to throw at some AHers.

 

[Lector77]

Might it have been an entry in the Bulwer-Lytton Fusion, ermmm, Fiction Contest?

It was a dark and gormless night; the rain fell in Torrance—except at occasional intervals, when it was chucked by a violent gust of wind that swept up the sluts (for it is in London, Ontario that holds our obscene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty costumes of the vamps that struggled amongst the darkness.


ETA-Riga Motisy is a Latvian moped with a cult following.