I finally finished reading the proof copy of my newest novel, “The Many Misadventures of Tall Guy and Short Gal.” I had started on correcting and editing before we decided to move and only just recently picked it up again and finished the work.
Believe me when I say that deciding to move at the end of August 2020, finding and buying a house several states away, selling your current house, packing everything up, making all the necessary arrangements, and setting foot in your new house on December 2, 2020 can occupy you to the exclusion of everything else.
That all was followed by unpacking, organizing, settling in and getting some contractors to do some very necessary work that we couldn’t do ourselves. I know this sounds like a lot of excuses for neglecting my novel, but that’s the way it’s been.
The house we bought needs a lot of fixing. We have been attending to that as well. And to be honest, painting a wall or two, installing new blinds and changing outdated light fixtures is considerably more fulfilling and easier than figuring out if I really need that run-on sentence to be quite that long. Or did that last paragraph really say what I wanted it to say. Or answering the big question … will anybody actually read this and more importantly will they be entertained by it. And then there is my eternal question to myself … why am I doing this?
Hopefully, in the next few days I will take the annotated proof copy and sit down and suffer the drudgery of making all the changes to the digital manuscript. Then I just have to re-upload it, check that for problems, re-re-upload it several more times (sometimes “fixing” one problem leads to another), fix a couple problems on the back cover and then … Voila! … Publish it.
So I guess what I’m saying is that’s it on its way, but don’t hold your breath.