It's hard to believe my book has been out for a year now. And as with anyone who completes a major project, I came to realize regrets. There was even a sense of helplessness. I can't tell you how many times I and others read over my manuscript....only to miss a typo on the first page of Chapter 1. We missed it......every....single....time during the editing process. I thought we had caught everything, but of course when I took that nice, crisp, sweet-smelling brand new book out of the box for the very first time and opened it, there it was. Indeed, I happened to open right to it, and there was that glaring typo, staring back at me with its mocking grin. &*#%$#!!!!!
As for regrets, perhaps that is too strong of a word. It's more like a desire to offer more detail and insight into my research process, whether in the main text itself or in the notes section. I did indeed cite every account I shared. They are in parenthetical form because I had to condense down my citations from over 500 to 250 in order to have hyperlinked notes in the ebook format. But they are all there And if a reader has a question, the individual can simply follow my sources. However, upon further reflection, I wish I would have offered a more detailed explanation as to how I arrived at some of my conclusions. One involved the discovery of Frances Hook's true identity, Elizabeth Quinn.