Hello everyone. It’s been a little while and, I admit, I’ve neglected this blog of mine for too long. It hasn’t been for nothing, of course. I’ve been keeping my head down and pushing myself to complete my first draft which I’m beyond pleased to be able to say that its almost finished.
It also hasn’t been entirely effortless either. While I may have made a great deal of progress towards finishing the first draft of my first novel, there have also been a great deal of nagging thoughts, worries and stresses to go with it.
The closer I get to finishing the first draft, a thought creeps in just a little further. What happens once I’ve finished? Yes, finishing a first draft is by no means a finish line. I still have the arduous task of editing and everything else I need to polish it off before trying with agents and, with any luck, publishers. But what happens then?
Whether I get taken on by an agent and a publisher, or I get turned down and nobody wants the book, what happens then? Now what? I’ve been writing this novel for that long, its hard to imagine writing about anything else. I may have small plans and seedlings of ideas tucked away but I’ve focused on this current idea with a lot of the dwindling brainpower I have left to dedicate to it. It’s hard to imagine what happens once I’ve completed it.
I have planned this novel as a hopeful trilogy, but that all depends on the success of the first novel, if it’s taken on by a publisher at all. I’d like to say I could always take the self published route, but the mountainous costs from marketing to beta reading and editing services make that an almost guaranteed impossibility. So it’s either traditionally published, or bust. This does not help with my struggle to see past the nearing horizon of a completed first draft.
Maybe it’s just the imposter syndrome rearing it’s head again. Perhaps I’m just anticipating this newfound enjoyment I find in writing going the same way as my attempts of a vocation in portrait drawing, (without devolving into a bitter tirade, we’ll just say that it clearly didn’t go well).
I guess whatever it is that’s going on, everything will hopefully be made clearer once I finish writing this novel. Whether it’s the more likely, negative outcome or the more hopeful, positive result, none of this matters unless I have a finished novel to take me to the finish line.
So, here’s to the slow march of progress, slogging towards an uncertain result in the hopes of success. See you all at the finish line.