I received the proofreader’s remarks on Thursday and spent most of the weekend carefully considering each and every comment — even doing a little additional research of my own. On Sunday, at six-thirty a.m., I started reading the novel aloud. I finished around 10:30 p.m. that night. I’m somewhat of a perfectionist, so always when I make something, whatever it is, I can see nothing but errors, what I could have done better, and it tears me up to let something go. But when I finished reading al...