Today was the deadline for finalising the text in The Red Book and as always, there is nothing like a deadline to make you sit down and do it. There is also nothing like a printed copy infrot of you to pick up all manner of highly embarrassing mistakes. This photo doesn’t actually do the process justice, as later on there are scribbled notes to myself, then counter notes. I set myself up firstly in Borders, then when I couldn’t face any more tea (even iced tea) it was off to the library.
Post Script: (The next day!) If the “fourth” is truly with us and Constantine seems to have done a brilliant job of sharing it around, Paul and I had an epic Skype line editing session which went for four minutes shy of four hours (three hours and fifty-six minutes!) On five hours sleep the night before and heading towards midnight – I don’t think I would have survived with anyone, other than Paul, on the other end. We were still managing to make jokes as we slogged through it. And in case anyone asks – neither of us want to see another hyphen, em-dash or en-dash for a VERY long time.