Copyedits
The copyedited manuscript of Freedom's Sisters arrived today. I sat down with it this evening and discovered a couple of things:
1. Going over a copyedited manuscript makes me desperately want to snack on something. Ideally something crunchy. If I somehow could have arranged for an endless supply of freshly roasted poultry skin to appear at my elbow, I think that would have been just about perfect. My sister's latkes would've been okay, too.
2. I was wildly and embarrassingly inconsistent with my capitalizations.
3. It's amazing how much more irate the queries sound when the copyeditor types them all up in a ten-page document at the beginning, rather than having to use the post-it-note type thingies I've seen before.




