Point of No Return

There's no turning back now. End of the line. Point of no return.

THE CHILD THIEF proofs are done. I've read through; I've gritted my teeth whenever I've seen something I want to change but can't; I've dotted the t's and crossed the i's . . . no wait, is that . . .? oh, you know what I mean.

Anyway it's done and now I have that feeling of helplessness. Reading the typeset page proofs is usually the last time I read my book (I haven't read DRY SEASON or DARK HORIZONS since they were published) and it's always a difficult read. I've been over the manuscript dozens of times. I know the story inside out. I know the characters inside out. But that last read-through is the one where I start to wonder . . . 'could I have told this differently?' 'Have I done enough?'

But only you can tell me that now.

THE CHILD THIEF is out of my hands and soon it will be in yours.