I’m finishing up with the last and final, I hope, edit of my novel before it’s handed off to formatting. And at the moment, I can’t decide if my nerves are stretching or if my stomach has jumping beans bouncing off its walls. It comes in spurts as I listen to the monotone voice on Word read two pages at a time.
Yikes, did my editor miss that typo? If he did, are there more? Or is it my eyes playing tricks on me. I double check the spelling as my ears listen to the slow, boring voice read on. And there go the nerves, pulled too thin.
Will the readers complain if they see a tiny typo or will their brain skip over it because the first and last letters are right? Oh, no the dreaded bad review because my editor and I missed a typo.
Should I postpone the release?
It’s time to let this baby enter into the unknown world of readers and see how well it’s received. My friends and family say I’ve held on to this book too long and they’re right. Almost five years after I finished the first draft and thousands of hours working on it.
Yes, it’s time.
Besides NaNoWriMo 2016 is right around the corner and I haven’t figured out whose story to work on next. Jason? Sabrina? The antagonist, Dave? Or the bus story?
Heck my first born entered college this August and I can’t decide, which one I dreaded releasing more to the world. He is in a safer environment than my book will be, so it seemed easier after a year of preparing for the final day we said, “Bye.” And he did come back for laundry day and brought a friend, who is the sweetest suite mate.
Hence the toss up between nervousness and excitement.
Fortunately, my to do list is reaching the stratosphere. Okay I’m exaggerating, but it sure feels like it, so sometimes it’s more like numbness that I’m feeling.
Until next time.
….. WILL (drum roll, please)
I bury my head back into my book, and yes, the nerves are stretched and the jumping beans ricocheted off the walls.