The Final Edits
Over a year ago, my novel was accepted, and I have worked on its various stages before it comes out in print this winter. To say I am mildly obsessed about it is putting it, well, mildly. When my last book came out, the towers were still with us, the X-Files were on the air, and I had never see a Whole Foods. I had just learned to use email and had my first account;my first messages were telegramatically terse. Now, all this time later, I am going over the final edits, what is known as a “second pass” slowly.
I am on page 119.
I took a walk and a neighbor pointed out flocks of butterflies on buddleia.