Since September I’ve been sending out my manuscript, query, and synopsis to literary agents. It’s been a bit disheartening and hard to keep my own personal moral up. I don’t mind the thank-you-no-thank-you letters/emails, it’s the no word ones that kind of tie me up.
By them not even sending a note, I have to wait the entire 2-8 weeks before I feel comfortable sending my paperwork out to the next set of agents. I know I don’t need to but it feels unprofessional to do otherwise. So I send out to agents in batches and then wait and wait to hear nothing except my calendar inform me that I can begin the process again.
Yet this time, I got a little tug on my line. An agent actually requested to see the first five pages of my manuscript. I know it’s not much, it’s not even 2% of my book, but it makes me feel great. Which is exactly what I needed to keep my edits and writing humming back on track. Even if this isn’t the agent for me, I appreciate that her asking for more, it lifts my spirits and juices my drive to hit the pages harder.
To the work!
Please let me channel the Energizer bunny behind the keyboard,
I’ve been writing novels for seven years and for three actually been dedicated to it and I’m still learning about my own writing style. My first completed manuscript was written in a month and half coming in over 70,000 words. But with my last manuscript I got to over 20,000 words and I hit a wall with writing. I felt drained and angry that I couldn’t write any more. So I left it alone, worked on other projects and after a few months dove right back in and finished up the story in another 25, 000 words or so. I figured it was just a one time deal.
Fast forward to this newest manuscript, I’ve hit another 20,000 words and again I slammed into a word wall. I know where my story is going but for whatever reason, I am having a hard time getting it out on the page and when I do I feel worse for it being there. But now that I have a few manuscripts under my belt I can relax knowing that this is part of how I write. I trust that I will allow the story to simmer like a great soup in the back burner of my mind and then I’ll come back to it.
So for now, I stock up on my reading and TV watching. Plus send out query letters and synopsis to literary agents. I’ve got nothing but time.
I’m all for tormenting the characters I bring to life; that’ s my job as an author. But I am tired of reading series in which drag on for 20+ books and yes the characters have grown a bit but they are the same stupid decisions from book 1.
There is a fine line in building the story of the character so we can see change in their life choices and twisting the character’s world just for your amusement. Write a series with a stopping point in mind. Authors please don’t pull out your character’s nails just to create drama and tension for the series have a bigger plan than that.
A conversation I had recently was about being right or being kind, couldn’t be more dead on than when I walked into work this morning. Why is it when you are on your last thread of patience and sanity, that the world decides that you need to go deeper into the work? Because this letting go shit sounds so simple yet it is the hardest struggle we endure. And you know what? This is a self-induced struggle because we get into our own way. The more anger and frustration that bubbles up and threatens to erupt the harder it is to feel the joy. The sounds of harps and angels becomes a mighty roar of anguish and pain in my ears. Then be kind or be right vibrates and shifts my atoms and for a moment, a brief interlude, the roar dies away and love flows in to heal the rage.
Some days what we do feels like self-induced torture but I know its only because we refuse to float through our physical journey in life. We grasp life with both hands and go for the ride of our lives refusing to live on autopilot. But because we do so and are surrounded by drones it feels harder, tougher, and gritter but in the end we can truly live to our fullest potential.
Through a discussion with my friends we stumbled across the notion of being right or being kind. In situations where emotions are charged it is easy to rage about being right and this being wrong. But what if we choose instead to be kind? Is there a way to bring love and kindness into any emotional charged conversations? Can I express my frustration and disappointment without being right?
At work I got an email questioning a decision that was made that I had been for weeks going around and double checking everyone was alright with. Now it is less then a week away and a light bulb went off in someone’s head and yep as I had been trying to avoid, there is a huge problem that if they would have listened to me we could of fixed easily weeks ago. So here I am with a massive problem and little under a week to repair the damage. I heard roaring in my ears, my hands ball up, I just want to scream out my frustration. Then a quiet nymph whispered “be right or be kind.”
My body responds my letting go of the anger balled up inside. The options are laid out in front of me: am I to be of service and help fix it OR do I hold onto my righteous anger because this could have been avoided if only they had listened? It is so much easier to hold onto what feels like the high ground and sneer at their stupidness but that feels horrible to cut myself off from my coworkers. So the option must be: be kind. Time to roll up the sleeves and do the work. Sweep up behind them and find answers to remedy the situation.
All in all being kind may feel harder to do, in the beginning, but with time this becomes an easier and faster reaction. Plus all that energy that I would of held onto can now relax and create a better environment to be in.