Well the final proof-reading, tweaking and primping of The Summer King is now done, and as of yesterday afternoon, all files are with the printer. And yes, even this late in the process I was still finding things to tweak and things that I’d missed the previous (kazillion?) times. And then my editor found a couple more … Sigh!
So now it’s all completely out of my hands. My book. My book. And it feels … very very strange. It feels like that moment when someone you love gets wheeled away into surgery (for a perfectly routine procedure – nothing dramatic), and you’re left there, standing on the other side of the busy, important doors, to just …
Those of you who’ve done this before – how did you feel at this stage? What did you do?