I love the font Garamond. It is--for want of any more suitable adjective--so undeniably sexy. It makes me appreciate my writing for the way it looks, above and beyond its contents.
That, however, may be a problem. I recently got an update on a text from one of my readers, who remarked a strangely high volume of errors in the realm of: "He rain down the street." The "he" in question is, unfortunately, not the God of Storms--nor even a water elemental. He is simply a dude, chasing a fugitive--running down the street.
I always format my manuscripts to Courier font before I put them on the market, but recently I've been writing and editing in proportional fonts. Obviously, this is a huge mistake. The extra letter in "rain" is nearly impossible to detect in Garamond's skeleton-thin typeface. In the monospaced world of Courier, the "i" would have leapt off the page.
So, sad though I am to see it go, my love affair with Garamond may very well be over--superceded by my love affair with intelligible writing. It sure is a good thing I've got people willing to read my drivel--and catch my mistakes before the editors do.