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.