Last year, I made the courageous decision to let two of the guests at the lodge read the first three chapters of my novel. It was a large hurdle for me to jump, to trust my writing enough let them read it and, as I sat waiting to hear back from them, I was concerned that their critique may destroy the hope I had for my book. I was dead wrong and I wrote about it here.
That same couple checked back into the lodge yesterday for their annual “Shammy” vacation. I was delighted to see them again and we embraced like we have known each other for decades. We had been corresponding by email over the winter and they were two of the people at the top of my list to share my news once I had finished writing the book.
As she began to leaf through the 8 1/2 by 11 pages, I watched her brow furrow. She agreed with the changes that I had made in red ink but I sensed there was an underlying urge in her to be wielding the same red pen she had used last year. Instead, she set the pages down on her lap and seemed so overjoyed that I had finished my work in progress. She was thrilled and her joy seeped into me. I was elated. The excitement I had felt after finishing the writing now came flooding back and the two of us acted like we had just won the lottery.
I have been dutifully editing my novel for egregious grammatical oversights as well as making the story flow as well as it should so the reader is not lost at the beginning of any of the chapters. I plan to spend all of my free time over the next week finishing the revisions and beginning the hunt for an agent. Game on!