You guys, there is something really, really scary lurking in my house right now.
...for me to proofread it.
I haven't read this book in about three months. Truth be told, I haven't even thought about this story much since I've been immersed in writing the first draft (shudder) of another one. And this is my final chance to read and change anything before the ARCs go to print.
Let me just reiterate the terrifying words in that expository paragraph: final and first draft. Did I mention FINAL?! For a notorious reviser like me (hello 26 drafts), I can't even imagine the horrors of what I'll find in there. What if I hate it? What if I want to change Chapter 2 for the 14th time? What if I realize that by this time next year this will go out into the world and I will have to go into hiding from mortification?
I think I might have to pull a Joey Tribbiani and put this puppy in the freezer for a little while.
Although, I did stop screaming long enough to snap this shot of the first page. Look at the cool crop marks and other indecipherable printer's notes (not to mention the lovely design and font which I still can't get over).
Ha! Who am I kidding? The geekout will never end, no matter what HTML says.