September 30, 2009
Novels and Children
Sent the page proofs for SPELLWRIGHT off last night, my last chance to catch mistakes. I found the whole process rather nerve wracking. One can change very little in proofs; mostly it’s punctuation and grammar and the like. I often found myself fretting over larger issues that I could not tackle. But, knowing me, I was probably fretting out of habit. I’ve been doing so to this book since I was 20. So, likely the limited ability to edit was a good thing. The whole process gave me the sensation that sending off the final pages is a like helping one’s child move out of home. That’s a little insane of me. I have no children. But I kept thinking of the giant “Everything I needed to Know about Life I learned in Kindergarten” type posters that were everywhere about a decade ago. Here’s why:
Everything I needed to Know about Submitting a Final Manuscript for Publication I Learned from Moving my (Hypothetical) Kid into a College Dorm.
1) Some part of me is very sad the kid/book is leaving. I love him/her/it.
2) Well, actually, some other part of me is stoked kid/book is leaving. I was getting really sick of dealing with his/her/its mess.
3) I worry no one out there will love kid/book as much as I do, which is surely as much as she/he/it deserves to be loved.
4) I’m 99.99% certain that someone is going to be really horrible to kid/book, and I won’t be there to defend him/her/it.
5) I’m also 99.99% certain that I will only hear from book/kid when I am required to fork over money (promotion for book, spring break for kid).
6) Sometimes I wish I could have done better by book/kid to help him/her/it face the world.
7) Sometimes I’m pretty damn proud of kid/book and am sure she/he/it is going to take over the world.
8) Well, in any case, I’d better stop fretting about it and get back to work on the other kid / next book.