Have just finished correcting the page proofs of my new book The Fortune Hunter which is published in April. Having not looked at it for a while, it is quite strange to read your own work as if for the first time. There are whole passages that I don't remember writing at all - these are the bits I like best. The paragraphs I remember labouring over look forced now, and I find myself hacking away at adjectives and adverbs. The phrase that I was so pleased with six months ago, now seems like showing off. As every writer knows, no book is ever really finished, it's only those pesky publishers that stop a book finally reaching perfection with their insistence on deadlines.
Sending the proofs back feels like a wrench, but it's not my baby any more. When a book is published it is the property of the reader. Time to start all over again,