Is of course, impossible. However, as a naturally obsessive individual, I seek to achieve a level of polish and presentation to my work that no matter how fine-tuned, will never really please. I am not going to debate whether or not that is a healthy trait; it has served me well, despite its drawbacks. Now here we are, 4 drafts, 1 structural (big-picture) editor, 3 stylistic and line editors, 4 readers, 1 surgically-accurate proofer (my sister truly missed her calling in the field of editing), and I am still finding aspects of my work that I would like to tweak or change. Eventually, since I will never be satisfied, I need to stop. I believe that I have reached that point of surrender.
Tomorrow, I will submit my final–really, truly, final—draft, and weeks later (assuming the “tweaked” cover isn’t all washed out this time from CMYK printing), my book will be released. And whatever dangling apostrophes or erroneous double-spaces after periods remain, they are there by the will of God himself. For ten persons, including experienced professionals, and my own obsessive-compulsive self could not find them. So hopefully, no one else will either 🙂 I can do no more, and I don’t want to spend the rest of my life editing, I want to get back to what matters: writing. Morigan, Caenith and their fellows were in some perilous straits when last I left them at the end of the second book. Its not a cliffhanger, as I think of every story as a separate arc, and I don’t like leaving my audience unsatisfied. Still, situations are escalating, resolve is being tested, allies may or may not have fallen, and their tanks of reserve are getting low.
It would be unfair to leave my lovely friends–our, lovely friends, I hope–in this limbo for too long. So it is with great reservation, an even greater sigh that I must bid farewell to Feast of Fates. It is done. It has been written, and it is now part of Geadhain’s history. Together, let us see what the future holds.
All my love,