I don’t know how many times I’ve said it. Maybe too many now. But this is the weekend I will finally get some sleep — I mean, I certainly hope I won’t have trouble sleeping. That would suck!
After all the waking hours I’ve been clocking in, I’m now putting on the final touches editing the last chapter of the book. I can’t fucking believe I’m here, but I’m essentially going to be finished with it — today.
Wait. Did I just say, “today?” Well, yes, Jimmy. I did. As I write this, I am facing the last four pages. After that, I will be doing a final read-through. From there, I’m going to ask someone to just read it and look for any major typos. I really can’t mess with having big (expensive) professionals proofread it at this juncture. I can’t even tell you what I recently went through with the copy edit. I mean, christ! I’ll tell you, the only reason I didn’t get a refund from this guy was this: through my repair of the slaughtering he did to my book, I was able to refund confidence in what I knew about writing all along. And that’s invaluable.
I may not be a literary genius, but I know my own voice. I know what I would say, how I would say it, and in what rhythm. And however incredible it may seem, I know how to correctly punctuate that rhythm as well. (Whaa?)
But whatever, that was not the only reason the guy was all bad; I’m also done with patronizing misogynists for this life. I’ve had enough of them for several lives. If you’re up for reading about my hilarious misery of the past, you’ll meet some of these nice men in the book. Really though, you’ll just get to see how clueless I was. Was being the “spotlight” verb by the way. We all live and learn — eventually (most of us).