If you read my blog last week and the week before, you’ll know I’ve been hashing out a novel back and forth with my editor trying to get it to the printer.
As I have mentioned, I thought we were done and the last copy I sent the publisher would be it. Now, one more thing I said, tongue in cheek, was having to read the manuscript another time.
Another thought that comes to mind (one also brought forth in my last blog) is I’ve read the book probably thirty times, including last week, the week before and probably the week before that.
Well, wonder of wonders, I received an email from my publisher saying the manuscript has been sent to the printer and now we have a proof.
Guess what? I get to read the proof (just another name for a finished manuscript), one more time.
Once I have completed this task (as long as nothing goes awry), we will actually go to print.
I cautiously say, “Hallelujah! I’m done and ready for the next!”
I hope I haven’t bored you to tears with this never-ending story but I felt it was something I needed to scrap off my chest…you know, cathartic.
Of course, this is determined by what the proof says.
Guess I’ll just have to wait and see.
Until next week, happy trails and whip them cantankerous manuscripts into shape.