It Ain’t Over ‘Til the Fat Lady Sings
How do I know when I’ve finished reviewing the proofs?
When the fat lady sings.
When the fat lady sings.
That’s me screaming when the publisher tells me it's all over, that I can't make any more changes. When they pry my hot little hands off the manuscript.
Which is all very traumatizing.
And a huge relief.
And did I say traumatizing?
And a relief?
Upon which I go and sink my face into chocolate–lots of it.
And wine–lots of it, too.
Which is all very traumatizing.
And a huge relief.
And did I say traumatizing?
And a relief?
Upon which I go and sink my face into chocolate–lots of it.
And wine–lots of it, too.
I heard you all the way in Centretown...the photo is a nice addition. Cheers, L.A.
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Thanks, Lesley Anne. I hope it didn't damage your eardrums.
ReplyDeleteIt was easier back when you had to proof the blues, and you KNEW (or had beaten into you by the publisher) how much ANY change would cost... Technology makes us forget the little details of what happens to the book AFTER it leaves our hands. It still has a long road to go before it hits the shelves... but I know you know that, Rachna!
ReplyDeleteSo true Karyn, it is still a long way to go. Which is why the publisher has to pry the manuscript from our hot little hands and send it down the long road to publication. You're so right, too, that technology makes us forget how it used to be when each and every change to the blues cost! I know I'm not as mindful of that as I had to be before, when I changed the blue line copy.
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