Painful editing

Today is the day I’ve dreamed of, and dreaded. My publisher’s proof copy of The Big Inch arrived yesterday and I’m reading it today much like I might any novel I’d purchased. Except, I know every plot twist in advance. Not only do I see errors that must be corrected, but I also find that what sounded so lyrical in my head translates as wordy and redundant in print. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve stood up, walked around, shaken out my wrists like I’ve been hogtying, and otherwise looked for a distraction to keep me from reading my book. Thank God there’s still time to fix things before the public gets a good look at these pages. I’m already a little nauseous anticipating what whispered comments I might overhear about my book, but they’d be worse–much worse–without this painful, but most important, step. Since writing this blog qualifies as a distraction, I’d better put this up and get back to what I need to be doing. Editing The Big Inch.