Dear Galley readers,
If it’s not too much trouble, could you please send me your suggestions and corrections some time this weekend? We have to send it back on May 4th. 🙂
So far we received one very detailed and thorough proofread and two which said, “Yay! This is awesome.” I am stocked that you guys love it, but I need to find typoes. In case you are wondering what stuff sneaks into the galley, it’s things like this:
Showtime. I reached for the sword on my back and pulled Sarrat out of its sheath. The opaque, almost white blade caught the weak moonlight. Single-handed, with a razor-sharp edge, the blade was a cross between a straight sword and a traditional saber, with a slight curve that made it excellent for both slashing and thrusting. Sarrat was fast, light, flexible, and razor-sharp, and it was about to get a hell of a workout.
I don’t know, is that sword sharp? I can’t tell. 😉
In related news, I need to convert the galley to MS Word so I can post an excerpt online. We are allowed up to 10,000 words contractually which gives us just about 2 chapters. When attempting to do this, we end up with this:
“This isn’t making any sense to me,” I said, pulling traces of my blood toward me. It slid and rolled in tiny drops, forming a small puddle on the pavement. I pushed it to the side, solidified it, and stomped on it. It shattered
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under my foot into inert powder. Blood retained its magic even when separated from the body. For as long as I could remember, I had to guard my blood because if it were examined, it would point to my father like an arrow. There was a time where I had to set any trace of my blood on fire, but now it obeyed me. I couldn’t decide if it made me a better fighter or just a worse abomination. “They seemed desperate. Driven, almost, as if they had some sort of goal to get to.” “We’ll figure it out,” Curran told me. “It’s almost midnight. I say we go home, get cleaned up, and climb into bed.” “Sound like a plan.” “Hey, is there any of that apple pie left?” Curran asked. “I think so.” “Oh good. Let’s go home, baby.”
No paragraphs. It is taking forever to manually insert paragraphs into 20 pages of text. Ugh. I found a guide on it on the internet and got super excited.
Guide: Paste into MS Word.
Guide: Make sure the paragraphs sign is visible.
Guide: Manually insert line breaks.
Me: Epic fail. If I had long ears, they would do that thing Yoda does when Luke Skywalker disappoints him.
PDF – format from hell. That is all.