Yesterday my publisher sent me the galley proofs for my next book. In a writer’s life, Galley Proof Day is bigger than Christmas and birthdays combined. After what is sometimes years of work, editing and re-editing, deleting and rewriting, one finally has the almost finished product in hand.
The proofs for The Perfect Cut have more than met my expectations — still I will spend the weekend pouring over the text one last and final time, as will my editor — because we want it to be what it never can — faultless in every way.
I will resist the temptation to carry the proofs around with me and show them off to everyone I meet — after all, like babies, they all look the same — unless they are yours and then they are the most beautiful things in the world.