My novel is a bird. Yep, you heard me correct. A bird. My novel has taken flight and is out in the world. Never before has anyone ever read any of it. Well, that isn’t true entirely. My fiction writing professor in college read the first two chapters but now that it has a different beginning, she technically has only read the second and that was years ago. Much has changed since then. I finished my first round of editing tonight and offered to share my work with any of my friends who would brutally critique it. So…
Caution! Editing in progress! Do not speak! Do not look in the general direction of my laptop or notebook! Do NOT spill anything on my notes! DO NOT COME NEAR ME OR I WILL HAVE A PANIC ATTACK! That about sums it up right there. But since some of you are so sweet and have been listening to my rants on this journey since I decided to start a blog to document it, I will give you a real update. So far, I am putting my edits that I made on the printed copy of my manuscript into the computer…
My mind is full of stories. I can’t stop. I’m supposed to be editing my novel. While I have started the beginning over, I haven’t touched the rest in days. It sits in a pink binder gathering dust while I rework the first pages, send myself voice memos of lines that I must add throughout, and write. What am I writing? A trilogy. I.Can’t.Stop.Writing. This is a problem. I created a new world in my head. One set in the future. (Yes, dystopian society) I can’t get…
My first draft of my novel is COMPLETE. (!!!!!!!!!) I cannot believe I’ve actually finished this novel! It has been a crazy process and I can’t wait to start editing and sending out query letters to agents! I already have my query done & edited and have gotten the opinion of a few people and they all love it so hopefully an agent will too! I feel like I should pop open a bottle of champagne in celebration. It’s taken three and a half years and countless tiring hours but at 73,868 words, it…