Editor Patricia sent me a draft of Big Creek labeled “Final copy edits”. I have found so many more errors, I can hardly believe it can be final. A few weeks ago in Wildwood, Dawn offered to proofread it for me. Maybe she didn’t expect me to take her up on that offer, but I did. Sheila also offered to proofread it a week or so back. I really didn’t expect her to be willing to right now, with Dan’s health issues. She has convinced me that I don’t know how to proofread, with all the errors she has found so far. I’m even considering whether I should even try to write! Gosh, it sure is embarrassing.
Today was a bad day in my book-writing journey. I don’t know how it happened. I am one of those people who hits “save” every few minutes. However, I managed to lose all the edits I have made over the past five or six days. Poof! They all disappeared. I could blame it on the computer. It has been acting up lately and I called the Geek Squad this morning for a tune up and fix up. It took a while, and when I got back to it in the afternoon, I could not find the latest version with all my edits. I didn’t cry; I just started over.
Andy suggested a short walk in the late afternoon. We went to the dumpster and then the waterfront. The no-see-ums were ferocious. We didn’t stay long, just long enough for me to snap a couple of pictures of a tri-colored heron on the grass barrier at the end of the canal. Only one of my pictures came out in focus.
I noticed that the blossoms on the century plant are quite large now. This one is huge maybe like those football mums.
Then we scurried back to the motorhome before we were eaten alive.