So, the pdf proof of Chasing Cold arrived in my email today. It’s the interior of the book, formatted the way it will actually appear between the covers.
I called it galleys on Facebook. Mostly because I love the word, even though it’s obsolete now that no one typesets any more. It has a romantic tinge to it, something classic. I picture someone opening a box or envelope and pulling out pages to read, like in Auntie Mame. It’s one of those silly little author fantasies, the things you can’t wait to have happen when it’s finally your turn. Your words are one step closer to being a book.
Because, one thing they never really tell you, a manuscript doesn’t look like a book. It’s larger and double spaced and is just a stack of pieces of paper. It’s more like a really, really long high school essay or something like that. It doesn’t feel like a book at all.
But, when you see it in the right page size, with all the words neatly close together and with the proper indentations and all the italics where they’re supposed to be and the title page and your name on the top of the pages on one side and the title on the top of the pages on the other side, you see it grow. You see it become.
That was what I did today. I saw it become. Not all the way, but that much closer.
And I found two typos so far and an indentation error. But that’s what proofs are for.
Soon my baby will be out there in the world, in her shiny new jacket. All on her own, facing the lovers and the bullies.
I wonder what people will think. Will they get the story? Will they see something of themselves in it? Will it become someone’s treasure?
Someone else’s treasure, I guess.
One step closer to knowing.