I got a nice fat package in the mail on Friday from my editor. Or rather, a nice fat package arrived while I was at work, and my husband called to tell me about it. He asked whether I wanted him to open it, or just wait and open it myself when I got home.

Hah. As if there were any need to ask such a question. Did he really expect me to wait five hours to find out what had come in a big official package?

So he opened it for me as I waited excitedly on the other end of the line. And the excitement was totally justified, because the package contained my beautiful page proofs for Fortune’s Folly, along with a helpful letter from my editor explaining what to do with them (since this is my first time at this whole process).

I had to wait til I got home to actually see the pages but oh, it was worth it. It is a wonderful feeling to see my book (the insides, at least) looking like a real book. I love the little design elements on the title page and chapter headers; I feel as if the book designer really got the feel of the book.

So now I will be going through and reading as carefully as I can to find any typos or small changes. It’s both exhilarating and terrifying to know that this is the last time I really get to make any changes (albeit tiny small things) on the book.