The Way of Coaching

I have been given this opportunity - one many scribes before me have not been fortunate enough to receive - to tell my own story.  I was plucked from the Grammarian Abbey of Orthographia after drawing the ire of the Reverend Mother Superior. Quite literally; she did not appreciate the caricature.  Graciously received into the fold of the remote Shinni Monestary, I was tasked with transcribing the teachings of the austere Puck Monk. The following illuminations are the sermons and meditations of Hundy Ecak, preserved to the best of my ability.

And to the Abbess, should she see my new work: I am deeply sorry for the unflattering depictions, but I will not renounce my support of the Oxford comma.