The list of illustrious American writers who can't spell for shit is flabbergasting. They have a spectacular ear for the language (like natural musicians who "just know" how something is supposed to sound), but they can't be bothered with the minutiae of spelling words. If they're famous, they figure, "Fuck it. That's what my editor's for." They're rebels, iconoclasts, above the law--secretly believing that spelling and such mundane concerns are for lesser folk unburdened by their rare, stratospheric understanding. They might even cling to the cherished hope that some breed of Gawd-awful spell-checker (see below) will save them from ridicule and shame.
But what if you're cursed with integrity and you actually do care about whether people can understand your Magnum Opus? Do you think having an editor polish your work is out of reach, or only for "real" writers, or [insert your heavily used self-limiting belief here]? Look, that's just dumb. For every writer out there, there's a genius editor who can invisibly bring your work into powerful alignment with your original, shining vision. You don't have to go it alone! You may want your work to be read solely in smoky underground Parisian nightclubs after you're dead, but if not, give me a call.