Ironing out some mistakes

Here I am, desperately ironing the 403 copy-edited pages of Himself's next book, acutely aware that this crumpled mess of paper is the only existing version of the changes he has made to the manuscript, all meticulously marked with pencil for the typesetters.

- JENNIE RIDYARD

How on earth did I get here? Well, remember that thing at school, when the boy you fancied was talking – laughing even! – with another girl, and it was like a knife to your heart, and then you made a fool of yourself to compound the pain?

It's that thing. It started two weeks ago when Himself handed me the first sheaf of pages on which he had added his absolute final corrections – a comma here, a misspelling there – before it goes to print.