It’s been a strange couple weeks here, marked by another milestone related to my first book being nearly, almost, totally done, and a reminder that we are still living in a pandemic.
First proofs arrived in my inbox a couple weeks ago. As this is new lingo to me, I’m guessing it might also be for a few of you. Basically, I can now see how the entire book will appear laid out on the page.
I promptly printed the entire thing and laid it out on my office floor. I felt like dancing and being sick all at once. This thing, which lived as conversations over the span of years and quiet hours poring over stacks of other books, these words I’ve agonized over—I can now see just what they will look on the page when some of you finally see them in August.
I’ve gone over these same words so many times, I wasn’t sure how I could possibly see anything new in them. But alas, the benefits of my dumb luck: within a few days of receiving the proofs, an ache I haven’t felt since early 2020 settled into my joints, a cough hit my chest, and one positive COVID test later, I was locked in my house with nothing to do but read this book over and again. With the added perk: I was so sick, my brain so fuzzy that it was as if some other person wrote this thing and the whole project was new.
I do not recommend this editorial trick.
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