EDITORIAL MISCONDUCT
“We Love You and Hope You’ll Forgive Us”
And other hilarious texts from parents who are dying and YOUR EDITOR

My typist is dealing with aging parents who made mistakes and other people’s writing. I try to use a hot branding iron on humans for minor mistakes. When I respond as a beleaguered daughter or editor to others, she says, “We’re going to Hell for this if you don’t shut up Lizzie.”
Patricia Jeanne has been collaborating with other people’s original ideas. She’s helpful, means well, and tries to be encouraging.
She says, “It’s rewarding to help writers improve their stories and see them grow in their craft. I learn so much!”
She’s Boring AF.
I say, “Send these hacks back to the Rooster Castration aka Chicken Nuggets assembly line. They should still be finger painting with poo.”
What? You thought the nuggets weren’t covered by short hairs and teeny tiny growth-challenged feathers?
We’ve read some amazing stories. The one on the Ukraine War’s Impact on Taxidermy of Endangered Species in Russia was a delightful party.
Other favorite titles include —
- “The DaTe Semicolons Were OutLaud in Monetary CA; Just DON’T!” by Rudy ‘Fragmented Thoughts’ O’Bannon, a humorous take on a kitten who fell down a well in Scotland.
- “Make 6 Big Splashes to Become Rich Overnight” by Alfred Nobel, a tear-jerker about a kitten blasted by dynamite who falls into a well.
- “When a One-Nut Mutant Perverse Crower Became Speaker of the House” by AI-AI-Oh!, attempted serious political analysis in a well of toxic noise.
Oh well.
Patricia Jeanne says she’s fascinated. I choose to believe all stories are lousy satire about the pathetic plight of humanity. The humor’s not a barrel, but a waste dump of laughs.
Editorial Privilege
There are advantages to being an editor. It’s like being a ruthless dictator just out of reach.
For one thing, you get to help mold moldy minds of tomorrow into never-setting Jell-O molds shaped like amputated kittens. Don’t fret — put a peanut where the arm should be. “Peanut allergies” aren’t real.
Secondly, However, In Conclusion, you get to beat the crap out of people who use AI to generate their stories. It’s easy to challenge the facts with questions like, “Can you give me more information on the territorial dispute of Kashmir between China and Idaho?” and the writer will cut and paste another 700 words into their original document focused on how to make brownies.

Objectivity and Subjectivity, or Show, Don’t Tell
My typist reads advice from other, more experienced writers and likes to apply it to her editoriably adorable efforts.
I take her wishes just a few inches to the right to make her see the error of her ways. I mean, move them from California to Nebraska along a treacherous winding, icy road without heat or lights.
Patricia Jeanne asks, “Can you elaborate on this? We aim for 40+ words.”
She’s a demanding deep-dive research junkie. Sometimes she asks for context or examples. Right. I asked the author of the Russian Taxidermy piece to explain why ‘word’ isn’t spelled ‘werd.’
But I’m helpful and provide hints on direction.
I write, “Don’t use ‘cold’. It’s objective. Use this subjective language instead, “Her nipples hardened into two iron marbles stolen from Dead Man Killer’s laboratory. Her breath caught in her dry throat and she nearly barfed. The tingling between her legs was so exhilarating it became nearly intolerable.”
Both the writer and my typist said this wasn’t helpful for a nun writing about a 7-year-old pushing his dog on a sled.
Spellcheck and Grammarly Stalker
There’s nothing more tantalizing than opening a document and mistaking it for a political debate. Seeing every 3rd word underlined in red or blue makes my day! I know the flesh of the writer will be young and tender after just a few seconds of broiling insults.
My typist thinks she’s clever. She’ll add a helpful note like, “Grammarly text editor suggests spelling the color ‘blue’. I recoil from red lines like they’re demons in The Exorcist — ‘The power of Grammarly compels thee!’ lol.”
She’s such an idiot.
I’d handle this differently.
“Hey, Patriarchy Sexist! I’m going to pulverize your ego with bleu cheese under a bleu sky. Spell it right!”
That’s if the writer’s a girl. They like knowing we cater to men here at “Smart People Only” and feel s-p-e-s-h-u-l if we take them.
It’s my goal to get my typist fired, and so far, so good.
Correcting spelling and syntax errors
There are a couple of super-secret hit squads on Medium for editors who change a comma to a period, or vice versa.
If you collaborate with another writer or edit someone’s work, here’s the best way to remove the number that snuck into their name—

Be prepared to die.
Editor and Writer notifications
When someone submits a story to a publication, we get a Medium notification. No longer in person since we moved.
Writers are notified via email if they’ve been added as a writer to a publication. Publications do background checks by reading a random sentence from your shortest post and counting the number of death threats. If it’s over 17, the publication owner — dreaming of blowing up all of humanity — is prodded awake.
If you use letters instead of emojis and blocks of color, you’ll probably pass.
The bar of excellence an aspiring writer must jump is whether an editor can copy and paste your profile ID without crashing Medium.
More than 3 times.
If you qualify, you’ll receive a message saying, “Congratulations! You’ve been added as a writer to GET RICH LIKE STEVIE KING & DON GRISHAM RIGHT NOW!”
BTW, Medium Support is an exhausted Golden Retriever who hangs with a 3-legged kitten. They live underground. In a well.
Occasionally, they enjoy long walks (hobbles) on the beach.

Congratulations on becoming a valued member of our team!
Writers love to be added to publications, but they eventually discover it’s like being an arachnophobe with a kid brother who collects spiders.
When my typist is asleep I sometimes get to work and surprise her with 37 new publications I’ve been added to overnight.
“What tangled webs we weave, when first we practice to deceive.”
Ka-plunk.
Sorry, I broke the
By the way, if you’re starting a publication, make sure to name it “The ___.” There’s nothing more productive than scrolling through 31 flavors of The before finding out someone got creative and used “A ___”, or “New ___.”
Since I’m a giver at heart, I like adding random people to the publications we edit. I know writers don’t receive enough notifications, and it brings joy to the hearts of people who don’t understand English to be included in EXPERT ANALYSIS OF 18TH CENTURY AMERICAN LITERATURE.
Break-up Notifications
I noticed the “It’s not me, it’s you” break-ups aren’t formally announced. This dampens my love of adding writers randomly. So I took care of it with a little bit of Python and a bot.
Thanks AI!
I always send 3 notices to the publications’ most valued authors.
- We know what you did last summer so you may be suspended. Click on the Tip icon and submit $12.97.
- We can’t believe you published that!!! Add another $17.23 while we debate notifying the FBI.
- You have 5 minutes to respond or will be blackballed from all Medium Publications. Click H e _ ✔️r e. You missed!
If you find yourself love-bombed then suddenly dumped by pubs, stalked by editors who demand “Your idea was good — make the corrections!”, or your sister you described as “identifies as molecularly misaligned,” have no fear. I’m starting a therapy practice.
Conclusion
Being an editor is fun and everyone loves and appreciates my helpful advice every single time!!!
One writer tried to fix Racer’s legs.

I look forward to crossing paths with you. Because I’m hungry.
Publishers, the line forms in Duluth outside the No-Salvation Army Corp of Engine-sneers. But feel free to add me as an editor to grow your publication. You like bots, right? Avoid my typist though — she’s still drowning in the “The’s” well.
Everybody offended — “We Love You and Hope You’ll Forgive Us.”
Mom and Dad, and editors I’ve hissed at — all is well. Forget about it.
Thanks for reading.
What’s your favorite editor’s response? I’m partial to “Not sure where you’re going with this,” and being reminded to take my meds.
He was crunchy.
Thanks to Grandma Smillew the Amazing for hosting. Because this piece is too long for some, too weird for others, and I’m late peeling the skin off my lunch. (I’m kidding Mom! Please — forgive me! You know you raised a remarkable typist who’s insanely well-balanced and loves you very much!)
Short and sweet. Okay, short and twisted.
Longer and perhaps useful —
Child porn irritates me.
