Welcome, dear readers, welcome.
If I don’t have readers yet, then I’m basically just talking to myself, aren’t I?
…okay, moving on.
I said in my intro post that I’d be chronicling my journey as I hope to get published. So then I should probably start where every good storyteller begins: at the beginning.
I started a novel that had been bugging me for a really long time. For ‘wants-to-get-published’ reasons, I will refer to it as Opus from here on out (until I hopefully, actually get published and can reveal the name).
Last year, I wrote a hesitant first draft of this novel. I got about half-way through before realizing that it sucked. Then, this past winter, while just sitting around listening to Sting and watching Downton Abbey, it hit me like a coconut hurled from the heavens by an angry angel.
Because of complications (edited out by the looming agents staring over my shoulder as I write this. yikes!), I let the idea stew until the beginning of June.
It took me 59 days to finish Opus. This first draft clocks in at somewhere around 81,000 words, in all its vague and monstrous and screaming-toddler-ish glory. It stomps around my brain constantly. It’s full of snarls and sexual tension and dogs and snarky characters and characters who don’t play well with others.
This was step one of my process. Actually writing the thing. Getting words onto paper. Deciding whether or not to use the Oxford Comma. Weighing the merits of describing a character’s hair as both beautiful and perfect in the same sentence.
(Okay, so that last one is a reference to Nightvale and not at all true. Don’t listen to that).
The second step of process is the one I’m in the middle of. Letting the book sit for a month. In theory, I’m supposed to get it bound, have it arrive on my doorstep like a nice little hardcover present to myself, then NOT look at it. I’m also supposed to not read/think about/watch anything that even vaguely resembles the genre of Opus.
Uh huh, like that’s going over well. * sarcasm everything *