Despite being theoretically on holiday on the island of Hawaii, I’ve spent most of the past three days working on the proof pages of Lockdown,
I finished today, although my voice is a bit raw since the proofs are the stage I read the book aloud–and not at a whisper, but full voiced. (Fortunately there’s a lot of background noise from waves and wind, so I didn’t drive my housemates too mad with my droning on…)
And I’m glad I did, not only because I caught many misplaced pronouns, dropped prepositions, and wonky time references. In reading through it, I had an experience I’ve never had with my own writing: I got all choked up. I mean, I’ve liked the ending of the book since I first wrote it, but I’d never thought it powerful until this read.
Sure, maybe I’m just so tired I’m shell-shocked and emotional, but I’m going to assume it’s because the ending works so superbly. And since I don’t plan on reading the book ever again, I don’t have to worry about being wrong.
Hope you agree, once you read it.