Image by andyi via FlickrLess than an hour ago I was worrying over word choice in a manuscript AND hoping that my kids are better by tomorrow when we drive 90 minutes to the illustrious R.J. Julia in Madison, CT in the evening for Edg-ification (Ha!) when my computer bleeped that I had ten minutes until a SKYPE visit with a classroom in Utah.
Yikes! I had completely forgotten! It was with a Novels and Publications class at The American Leadership Academy in Spanish Fork and was my very first classroom visit! The class had very interesting questions, and had read the first chapter of Edges. It really hit home that writing a novel is one of the hardest things that I have ever done! You have to really be in-love with the process to do it.
Otherwise, you wouldn't do it, would you? I almost didn't, but here I am in my 40's, beckoning the call. What we love calls to us, but it doesn't mean that it's not soul-wrenchingly hard. If becoming real is a process for ourselves, shouldn't it be for our characters? And is there any writer out there who doesn't struggle with words?
Speaking of which, I sent my manuscript to my agent on Monday. Usually, that makes me feel GREAT, but I felt . . . meh. After seven drafts, a fully realized baby is not in my hands anymore. There were parts of it, and Edges, that I didn't want to write but felt compelled to. The story drove me. Now it's just a waiting game. It's good enough. But will it be good enough for this competitive market?
I need to give myself permission to take a break from fiction writing for the next couple of weeks. I need to throw myself into other aspects of my life through April, other than "writer". Absence will make the heart grow fonder, (as long as I don't stay away too long), and I've got plenty to keep me busy with the business aspect of writing for now. I have a marathon of co-editing coming up for the Girls Write Now Anthology, "author" visits to RJ Julia tomorrow, and Barnes and Noble in Wilkes-Barre, PA on Saturday at 2PM. There's the kids' spring vacation to consider - I am a mom too, after all! And of course, Writopia.
Even when I'm not writing fiction, I am thinking and talking about writing, reading and teaching. Yes, I am in-love, even though the publishing biz can be a harsh mistress. And through all of that, we have each other, don't we? Our growing community of artists and writers, and those who love us! How are you all today? Let's have a virtual or a real coffee date. Who's in?