Everywhere we look, even places that we choose not to look and places that for whatever reason cross our path, we find a faux pas.
We find big faux pas, small faux pas, medium sized faux pas, and big honking mother-lode sized faux pas.
Now, you know the many faux pas that have occurred in your life, and it goes without saying (even though I’m saying it) that you would rather keep these on the down-low. Who knows, maybe you’re an international spy, and the KGB is just waiting for you to resurface, so you can be placed on ice.
Of course, there are less important faux pas we run into every day. Some, we even view without knowing what we haven’t seen.
Take for instance, things that transpire on the silver screen. In the 1960’s, on the comedy series, Andy Griffith, why did the jail cells have no bathrooms? In the lack luster conclusion of the Jaws movies, why did Michael Caine end up in the water and then, immediately climb back on to the ship wearing a dry shirt?
In my case, and the only one that really matters to me as an author, and something I check to see if it’s present, is continuity throughout the book. For example: I can’t have a character named George who is murdered on page 126 and then, turns up on page 286 buying tickets for a matinée.
How ever you try to spin it, mistakes are a part of life. If you never make one, then you’re not doing anything.