Tuesday, November 11, 2008
What a Difference Two Years (and 400,000 words) Makes...
I was just reading a journal entry from October, 2006. I'm a very haphazard journaler and I almost never read over old entries, but this notebook fell open by accident as I was reorganizing some shelves.
It took me a minute to remember that was the year I became a truly serious writer. I'd dabbled forever, and one day - inexplicably - I'd decided it was now or never. I joined Beth Patillo's Club One Hundred (you can learn more about this great motivator here) and then re-upped.
By October, I was close enough to the end of the book to be thinking about submitting it - and writing the sequel. Here's what I wrote:
"I need to make a final push to get this thing done. I don't think I can really start on book two until I do. And I need to act fearless with the agent search - definitely a case of Fake It Until You Make It - I have no idea how bad the self-doubts and rejections are going to be - safe to guess they'll be fairly bad though.
I know I'll be tempted to cause my own obstacles, procrastinate, head in the sand etc. - but I really need to work against that by making the whole process as methodical as possible.
Now it's just a matter of remembering and sticking to that."
Well, well. As it turns out, the self-doubts were near-debilitating, the rejections were daunting, but I stuck to it and methodically sent out about fifty queries. And fifty on the sequel. Eighty on the book that followed that. And then finally I wrote A BAD DAY FOR SORRY....and I'm really glad I didn't give up.