The Writing Life: Typo Edition

Sometimes when I am writing very seriously and studiously, I begin typing random memories or events and, upon cracking myself up, type "Hahahaha" afterwards. So that I can have an official record of the extent to which I crack myself up. You might take this as an illustration of the deep-seated psychological effects of writerly solitude,



but then you would be a hater.



The point of all this is that I was typing something about this tea we used to have at my house which was ingeniously called



After typing this, I wrote "For THAT kind of move. Hahahaha." (Yes. My writing today is brought to you by my 2nd-grade self. She may be immature but she has fabulous stirrup leggings.) My computer then auto-fixed this word to "Hashanah." Which suddenly made me seem very serious about Smooth Move. Which I am. Hashanah.