After successfully losing hours of sleep, multiple strands of hair and a decent portion of my sanity, I have completely read through my novel for the first time. This first run-through was to catch any glaring grammatical issues that I would have been humiliated by had someone else seen them before I had. Along the way, I did make some notes about slight plot restructuring and that is what the second reading will accomplish.
The romantic portion of writing a book seems to be a tiny pinpoint of light in my not-so-distant past. The business of writing a book has taken center stage and the formidable task of marketing a book is waiting in the wings, making faces at me and sticking out its tongue.
I have been told many times and in many ways that for every one author who has the good fortune of being published, there are at least 10,000 writers whose novels will never be seen in print unless they choose to self-publish. I want to exhaust every effort in traditional publishing before I entertain the thought of self-publishing. Call me a bleeding heart, a romantic, a crazy…..whatever adjective you choose, my wish is to follow the path of the many authors I have read and followed for decades. Their sacrifice, their blood, their sweat and their toil have carved a path that I want to follow.
I want the criticism (I think), I want the rewrites (I hope), I want to inhabit my space on the arc of the learning curve and I want to have my book published in the way in which I have always dreamed. Perhaps my dream is lofty but I am willing to follow the bread crumbs to their inevitable conclusion, whether that outcome favors me or not.
At the end of this journey, at least I can say I followed the culmination of my devotion to writing and gave it everything I had. In no way have I conceded my efforts to appease the writing Gods. I can only hope that, after my constant effort, the writing world has something it would like to give back to me. Fingers crossed.