I started doing the final read of Scotsman of My Dreams on Sunday. It was the 10th time I’ve gone through the book from start to finish with an eye on editing. I knew this was the last time I’d get a look at the book before someone else saw it.
To my relief, it only needed a few tweaks here and there.
Surprisingly, I read it as a reader, which always amazes me. I don’t remember writing certain passages, but that’s okay. That’s when the magic happens. The author is only a channel and the ego of the person is shunted aside in favor of the story.
I started reading about 8:00 AM on Sunday and didn’t finish until 7:20 PM Sunday night. Some of that was formatting, those little things you do like adding <TXB1> to indicate change of scenes.
I’m pleasantly tired, but the feeling is euphoric. I love the book. I hope readers feel the same way I do about it.
The artwork is for Scotsman of My Dreams, but it doesn’t yet have the titling. Isn’t it pretty? More details to come about the book which has a publication date of 8/25/15.
Oh, and the reason for the title of the post? When we were agonizing about a title for the book (and we agonized a LOT), I started referring to it as The White Book because of the white dress on the cover.