I'm sure there's a book gremlin. If there is, then he really hates me.
I've reached chapter sixteen of my penultimate edit of Hoodies 2 and there have been so many mistakes. Donna Yates found about a hundred and I've gone through it so many times I feel dizzy, yet they keep on appearing. I think aforementioned gremlin is booting up my computer at night and dancing over the keyboard. So in the continuing hope of refusing to be thwarted, I'll continue. I've decided that when I've finished this edit, I'll go over it again; this time just looking at the words but not as readable entities.
Some might say, including my wife, that all my novels are non-readable entities, but I think I've nearly taken care of the tense errors, the plot drifts, and the complete nonsense. This time I'll just be looking for errant punctuation marks, of which there seem to be numerous, arrogantly flaunting themselves all over the page.