In my case, being a parent has helped me with my writing. Not everyone can say that, but I can. I especially feel that having children who are nearly adults has given me great preparation. You see, slowly but surely I've had to let my kids go. They've gone to school, on dates, they've driven cars and two of the three have gone away to college while number three waits on deck.
So sending off a book should be no problem, right? I mean I've sent my flesh and blood children into the world, so the book should be easy. It's just a book, right? Wrong.
Over the past two days, as I sent my work into the void, I was a nervous wreck, and I knew I had to calm down. The book I recently finished revising is not only back with the publisher who gave me such incredible input, but it was requested by an amazing agent in NYC. (Did you all hear me squeal from coast to coast?) If I should be signed by this woman, I would consider myself incredibly lucky and I'd know my career would be in good hands. So why was I having a meltdown?
Simple. I had to let go.
Just like parenting, I have to let my work stand on it's own and accept the loss of control. The book is really good, but there are no more training wheels, no more safety nets--the book, my literary baby, is going to succeed or fail on its own. And it's hard to face that. However, just like my children, I need to believe in what I've done and have faith that I've crafted a good story.
Of course, I'm scared to death, because I've been down this road before and the possibility of rejection is very real.
But it's also rewarding to know I took the step, that I made the attempt and that I was brave enough to let go.
It's the only way to move forward and as writers that's what we need to do. What are you doing to move forward?
Musings on family, teaching, writing and the joys and frustrations that are part of life.
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Thursday, September 9, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Endings and Beginnings
The last day of school is a call to celebrate for me. Not because I have two months off, but because now I can work on my books. Summer is my writing time. Yes, I will go to the beach, spend time with family and friends, read my fill and sleep a little later, but more than anything I will write.
I'm still waiting for my revision letter; I have a book to finish and I have another book that may have some rewrite potential. I have a fourth book cooking in the back of my mind and I need to start researching that one very soon. The stories are all in there and I can't wait to get things on the page.
How do you spend your summer? Do things change for you? Does the pace slow? Do you have something special that you like to do?
The way I see it, the school year is ending, but the work is just beginning.
I'm still waiting for my revision letter; I have a book to finish and I have another book that may have some rewrite potential. I have a fourth book cooking in the back of my mind and I need to start researching that one very soon. The stories are all in there and I can't wait to get things on the page.
How do you spend your summer? Do things change for you? Does the pace slow? Do you have something special that you like to do?
The way I see it, the school year is ending, but the work is just beginning.
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