There is always one more bug

Yesterday I re-read one of my older books, as I've just sent off the renewal on its contract and thought it might be as well to assess whether it has any potential to be sold to a bigger publisher now that some of them are starting to notice the market for original slash and yaoi. It's a good book and it was as well written as I was capable of at the time; but that was two years and a couple of hundred thousand words ago. So time to re-assess it now that I have some emotional distance from it.

I re-read this book's manuscript more than once before I sent it to my editor, doing as much self-editing as I could. My editor read it carefully, and covered it with electronic red ink. It went to a line-editor. Then it went to a proof-reader. Yes, these people are generally good at their jobs.

And none of us spotted that in one place I'd had one of those brain farts where you write a sentence comparing this with that, only what actually appears on the page compares that with that. Nor had any of us spotted the place where I meant to type "peace of mind" but my fingers put down "piece of mind".

Gah.