My kids like to have a toy on the table while they eat dinner. They say it “guards” their food. We allow the toy to stay so long as they eat. I’m in the thick of editing what is potentially the last round of edits for my novel. In keeping with the kids, I have a little totem figure sitting next to the computer. But my figure isn’t exactly here to guard my story.
No, my figure is here to help guide me as I hunt for every typo and error. The publisher has already marked several places to adjust. I’m looking at those and any additional ones that might exist.
I know there will probably be something we miss, no matter how many times we check through the story. But I’ve put years into this novel, and I’d like it to be as clean as possible for all the readers out there.
So I’m here with my little guide, pouring over page after page trying to make sure we catch all that we can. I’m so into the editing I’ve even started to dream about it.
The last few days my dreams have revolved around classrooms where sentence structure is the lesson plan of the day, or where the topic of the dream is called commas—even if commas aren’t actually present in the dream. It’s a bit confusing, but the message is clear. I’m in ultra-edit mode.
I’ll be glad when editing is done and I can go back to normal dreams or story dreams where my muse tells me about new plot lines in my sleep.
Until then, my little guide and I will continue to plug away at making this story as good as we possibly can. I hope everyone enjoys it.