The headline above was the subject line of an e-mail I got from my editor this morning (I type “Squee” often when excited). Her e-mail read:
Because we just got galleys!! And they look GORGEOUS. There are a few images that printed a bit dark, so we’ll make notes and see what can be done to fix them for the final (may have to reshoot some of the coins, in particular).
There is also an unusual mistake – the spin printed with RA/LB logo, but no title or author. This is not great, obviously, but not the worst thing ever – we’ll sticker them before we send out any copies to reviewers, bloggers, etc.
I only got one early copy but the rest will be here in a day or so and we’ll send some your way.
So this morning I had a writer’s wet dream. I wrote this truly inspired paragraph (I really wish I could remember what it was about, all I remember is that it featured apples in some way) and when I hit the final period I felt this gentle tap on my shoulder. I turned and there was JM Coetzee, who scooted me out of the chair and proceeded to write an extensive and very loving critique of said paragraph, which he signed “John Maxwell C.” Then I woke up and there were GALLEYS AT MY DOOR.
Seriously, if I smoked, I think I’d have to light one up.
See, he wrote “John Maxwell C” instead of “JM Coetzee” because he loves me and only me. My editor wrote back:
Ha! But wait – do you mean galleys really WERE at your door, or is that part of the dream thing?
At which point I completely lost in the ability to format or punctuate properly:
They’re really heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere
And my editor exploded into capital letters and question marks:
OH!!! So – don’t they look AMAZING??? I mean, aside from the stuff you hate that we’re fixing?? I can’t stop admiring mine.
Then I passed out:
indeed forsooth yea and verily