If anyone wants to get into proofreading, I can tell you how I got started. As a little girl I became friends with my neighbor Lynn, and, as is typical, our friendship had its on-again/off-again moments. I guess I was about eight years old or so when we got upset about something (who knows what) and she marched over and handed me a mean letter she’d written. Hmph! I’ll show her, I thought. I took it into the house, got out my glorious red pencil, and proceeded to edit her letter, correcting all the wording and errors I could find. I never gave it back. We were friends again the next day….and the rest is history!
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