I spent most of today proofreading a completed first draft of my short novel Circus, fiddling around on the Internet for long stretches in between sessions, to keep from going crazy.
I had proofed the text five times previously, then sent it off to my sister Lee, who is the world’s greatest proofreader (and copy editor). I had missed scores of typos, which she spotted. She also had some concerns about the way I presented one of the characters in the story, so I did some rewriting to address those concerns.
She’s reading it again, I’m proofing it again, making minor revisions as I go. The end is in sight . . . maybe.