In two days’ time, I have to send the final proofs of the KOTRC to my publisher. Right now, I’m sitting at my hotel room desk in San Francisco with a stack of just over 300 pages of text, already cluttered with scribbles and annotations and those weird mark up squiggles that copy editors use. And these are supposed to be the final proofs.
At this point, I know from experience, it’s a huge pain in the arse for the publisher to have to make changes. But then again, even after countless rounds of proof-reading – by me, by trusted friends and by paid professionals – I’m still finding silly typos. “Drugs dealers” is the latest. Right there, bold as brass, on the first page. Fucking fuck.