Today is the first free day I’ve had to work on the book in some time. I’m polishing up the manuscript with some last minute edits from my awesome editors.
I don’t think I’m Earnest Hemingway, but I do like to think of myself as a workmanlike writer. I do the job. So it’s embarrassing how may little things my editors are catching for me as we make the last preparations for publication.
Writing “form” when I meant “from” is my single most common typo.
Death of Secrets underwent a major change between its first draft and now. It was revised to better reflect the person I am in 2014. And it’s shocking how many little traces of that change slipped through my attempts to make the change and clean it up. I’m glad all those got caught.
When this book finally sits on bookshelves — or, more accurately, sits on amazon.com — there will be a huge number of people who helped make that happen.
Publishing a book is a good way to help you remember Donne’s famous words. “No man is an island.”