Sorry I have not been writing but it has been a nutty weekend. I finished the '2nd pass for print pages'--is that what they are called? The publishing jargon can get a bit disconnected and unfamiliar when I write it down. The same thing happens if I repeat the word "fork" to many times. This was the last opportunity I will have to adjust any small words, spacing or punctuation. Stressful. Not so much with the sleeping this weekend. But 582 pages later--I am done!
There were lines I clean forgot. Those moments are so interesting as I actually do not know what the next line will be. It is like discovering fantastic old jeans in your closet. By next February, when the book comes out, I hope to forget much more and find ball gowns in my closet. Hey look, it can happen to the words "ball gown" too. Now it sounds like a frilly dress strapped to a tennis ball.
And then there were the acknowledgements. These and the dedication are simultaneously the two chunks of text that I worry over the most. I tinker and switch and cross out and rewrite and erase--tricky as I have a terrible eraser, so mostly I smear--and generally pick at it. There is a point of critical mass where you do more damage than good. I think I passed that point about six months ago.
But now it is done. Mary, at the post office, who knows me and my gigantic stack of pages bound for Avenue of the Americas in New York was patient and helpful as always. She reads bits while I write out the address. And now I am going swimming...