Saturday, July 13, 2002
Yesterday, Friday, I wrote 1,353 wds. on Chapter Ten and finished it. That means I'll spend the weekend proofing that chapter and getting what I've done so far ready to go out on Monday to my editor and NYC agent. I hate proofreading. Since I write everything in a single draft, no real rewrites or revisions, there are inevitably all these little flaws at the end. Never anything big, just small annoyances that all add up to a headache. Things like, "I used the word 'yellow' too many times between pages 241 and 243." That sort of thing. Or someone's eyes changed from green in Chapter One to brown, somewhere before Chapter Eight.
Yesterday, I read Lewis Carroll, William Blake, and "The Man With The Twisted Lip" by Conan Doyle. We had thunderstorms all afternoon, and a heavy rain about 1:30 a.m. that was very nice.
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