I was wrong.
It’s formatting. Formatting is what has flipped my sanity
upside-down.
I am now convinced that if there is a Hell, and should I
ever be sentenced down to it, I will be spending the rest of eternity doing
nothing but formatting manuscripts. Not writing. Not editing. Just hours upon
hours of fighting with page breaks and headers and footers popping up on the
wrong pages. Forever.
In spite of my agony, however, I did manage to get the hang
of it. I realized that I am not be the only one to experience this level or
self-imposed torture. In fact, there are no doubt others out there who share my
pain, and have no time or patience to spend several hours staring at a computer
screen, scrolling down every page to make sure everything is utterly perfect.
Which is why I have decided that, starting today, I will be offering
my services for doing book formatting for other writers as well.
So if you’re one of those poor sods who want to be spared a
world of pain, check out my rates and consider me to bear the suffering for
you.
I’m all self-sacrificing like that.
