It was not too long ago when my second book was ready to be published. It had gone through various edits by professionals, it had been read and reread by many. I wanted it ready for sale on a certain day, at a certain time. All was in place and ready to go. After all I had everything under CONTROL.
Words I wrote caused me satisfaction and contentment. All was in order! The time had come to find the right formatter. Soon the destiny of The Canvas – A Secret from the Holocaust invited me to the next gate.
All the CONTROLs were checked off and a proof arrived. As the author I had one last task; approve this proof.
There were holidays around the corner, a show to attend, a talk, a cause, life and other good reasons were provided to my mind. I did not read the proof because I knew it was perfect. I had paid editors, formatter and they were all professionals. There was nothing to read since I knew the content of the book.I had written every word, felt every emotion. All was in CONTROL. I did not read the proof.
The first edition was printed and most books were sold.
The proverbial green light went on since CONTROL had approved the printed edition. My relationship with RUSHING gained strength. All was glorious.
Only a dear and good friend makes a call and says, “this powerful book offers a great story all women should read it. However, it cannot be offered in its present condition. It has too many mistakes.” She had just finished reading the proof.
RUSHING laughed, “You thought you could CONTROL time!” I went to the manuscript, the original and the edited one. RUSHING laughed again, soon enough I discovered I had given the unedited manuscript to be processed, the one that made its way to the publishing world.
Now with plenty of mud in face and hands I must walk to the process and rectify a grave mistake.
RUSHING is satisfied today because the lesson was learned. CONTROL is also pleased because it offered a lesson now understood.
The new doorway now visible forced me to read: CHOICE. I paused ––– I hoped my intelligent readers would forgive my mistake. I did not know most of them ––– Better yet, I hoped they would not see the mistakes. Would I disregard and ignore them, could I also ignore and my prospective editors or agents? Would anyone reading the book understand about my friends RUSHING and CONTROL?
I am happy to report; I was able to make the correct CHOICE. I opened the door.
The Canvas – A secret from the Holocaust will be published once more. The new edition will bear the same title but will be without the numerous mistakes. One may find additional mistakes but they will be the ones I am not aware of. This book is a story of love’s many levels, integrity of word given, a story of character. The story explores the many choices people made during and after the Holocaust.
No reason is greater than to honor those who lived to tell me their stories and those unable to do so. It is for them I correct mistakes I made.
This is a great time to offer thanks to the teachers I call: RUSHING, CONTROL and CHOICE.
Eveline Horelle Dailey