We had some snow this morning, not a lot and I could have left it alone since it will probably melt tomorrow, but I was restless. Waiting to see how things work out in so many arenas was getting on my nerves. I want some things settled before I leave.
So I grabbed a shovel and cleared the sidewalks and driveway. I was just finishing when the mail carrier showed up and bless her heart, she had a box for me. It was the proof copy of the novel.
I brought it inside and immediately admired it.
It's an attractive cover, but how about the interior. First I looked at the margins. I managed to get them right on. How about the pages? Again, perfect. Everything is structurally right. Now I have to read the thing for mistakes, typos and logic. So far, so good. I've gone over the first three chapters. I found one "a" was missing in a sentence and a little centering error on a paragraph. That's not bad and if the rest of the book is like that, I won't have to make any corrections and order another proof. I'll finish the proofing tomorrow. I'm hoping I can go ahead and place it in Amazon.com and have some copies sent to me in Dixon. The time frame seems about right.
I first began the book in the 1980's. I typed the first two drafts on a typewriter. The third was on a Kaypro computer, storing it on those big disks. The fourth was on the smaller floppy disk. The fifth and final edits were on this computer.
After all these re-writes, I confess I am thoroughly sick of this book.
I went down to the library to pick up a book and show off this one. There I found Black Coffee Fiction sitting on a book shelf.
Readers can now check the book out. We are listed in the library district's catalog. Slowly, we are gaining our readership.
So I sit and re-read Yesterday's Secrets, Tomorrow's Promises one more time. Then it's on to other things.
So I grabbed a shovel and cleared the sidewalks and driveway. I was just finishing when the mail carrier showed up and bless her heart, she had a box for me. It was the proof copy of the novel.
I brought it inside and immediately admired it.
It's an attractive cover, but how about the interior. First I looked at the margins. I managed to get them right on. How about the pages? Again, perfect. Everything is structurally right. Now I have to read the thing for mistakes, typos and logic. So far, so good. I've gone over the first three chapters. I found one "a" was missing in a sentence and a little centering error on a paragraph. That's not bad and if the rest of the book is like that, I won't have to make any corrections and order another proof. I'll finish the proofing tomorrow. I'm hoping I can go ahead and place it in Amazon.com and have some copies sent to me in Dixon. The time frame seems about right.
I first began the book in the 1980's. I typed the first two drafts on a typewriter. The third was on a Kaypro computer, storing it on those big disks. The fourth was on the smaller floppy disk. The fifth and final edits were on this computer.
After all these re-writes, I confess I am thoroughly sick of this book.
I went down to the library to pick up a book and show off this one. There I found Black Coffee Fiction sitting on a book shelf.
So I sit and re-read Yesterday's Secrets, Tomorrow's Promises one more time. Then it's on to other things.
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