Last week I finished up the revisions I started *gulp* a year ago on my book. Revisions I embarked on after receiving a very nicely worded rejection from an agent.
A very nicely worded rejection that had me re-writing the whole thing in first person.
And then re-writing the whole thing in third-person. Again.
I was so deeply shaken by that stupid rejection.
But now I’m here on the other end of it. On the cusp of planning a release date for my book. Something I can do with more confidence than I would have ever imagined because I’ve revised, revised, revised. Some of it was necessary, some of it wasn’t, and all of it served to teach me a whole hell of a lot. So, thank you, agent lady. If it weren’t for you, I would have never done that. Because of you, I know this thing inside and out. I’ve taken it apart and put it back together so many times that I could now do it in my sleep.
I really am so grateful.
I was at the library when I finished it. Well, not really at the library – libraries scare the shiza out of me. I was sitting outside the library, working at a patio table. The eerie quiet that permeates the inside of the library oozes outside, too – but at least it’s tempered with the noise chirping birds and cars driving by. Just quiet enough to work; not so quiet that it feels like a graveyard.
Nobody was there at the moment of completion. Just me and my trusty MacBook. We stared at each other awhile. I finally risked a whisper:
Did we do it?
My MacBook is the strong, silent type. He just stared back at me, his fan humming quietly, like a cat’s purr…
You’re going to start hearing more and more about this project I’ve been calling SHRILUGH. I’m so excited to be nearing the point where I can actually share it with you. Three years in the making so far. Other than marriage and parenting, it’s been the best education I’ve had, this journey called writing a novel.
More on SHRILUGH and where I’m going with it next week.