Yeah, I'm over at The Debutante Ball. Today I'm pondering cabins, lust, and Sheldon Cooper. Make of that what you will. *waggles eyebrows*
I was going to write a post here today. You know, a real one. But then I ... didn't.
Sorry. My brain was fried from finishing corrections on my first pass pages. Or, as I like to call them, my Last Chance Pages.
So, IN A FIX looks like a real book now!!! All typeset and pretty, and with this page, which kind of makes my heart go pitty-pat:
Can you read that? (Sorry--it's kind of blurry. Apparently I suck at taking screen shots.)
It's the copyright page. For some reason, that makes the whole shebang--me! writing a book! getting it published!--seem more real than it has yet.
But after that moment of cool-ocity wore off, I had to read through the whole manuscript again, very (oh-so-very!) carefully, using my nit-comb eyes, because this was my last chance to change anything.
And you know what? Even after as many times as I've gone over this sucker before, and my editor has gone over it, and the copyeditor has gone over it ... I still found a few things. Not big things, and not many, but definite things.
I strongly suspect there are still things there, things that won't be found until it's on the shelves at bookstores. Because things are sneaky like that, and I suspect they breed when you're not looking.
But, anyhoo, at least it's a tiny bit cleaner than it was before
(Well, would you looky there--seems I wrote a post after all. Huh. Imagine that.)
What's the last thing you broke your eyes over?