Exploring the future through the present. One day at a time. |
96,653 That's how many words I've written in my latest novel, over 70,000 of them in just over a month. It's by far the most I've written in the least amount of time. But now I'm sad. While there's always the initial elation when completing a book, afterward there's a sense of deflation. Not one of fatigue but of, "Now what?" After all the time I spent writing, part of me wants -- and needs -- to continue in that groove, and quite honestly the desire to remain engrossed in the universe I created. And I could continue if I wanted to. My book is actually a sequel, and already I have ideas for how the third book is to proceed. But I must stop. If I am serious about publication, I need to polish the first book and send out queries to agents. This particular trilogy is mainstream science fiction, so I shouln't have any trouble finding a lot of agents who'll be interested. Next on my agenda is to re-read "Self-Editing for Fiction Writers," because it helped me so much the first time. Having not read it in over five years, I definitely need a refresher. After that I will print out the first book and bleed all over it, and hopefully turn it into something publishable. I will keep you apprised. Right now my boy is taking a bubble bath, my hubby is on his way home from a pistol shooting match, and as soon as I am done here, I will pour myself a glass of wine and bask in the success of completing one more novel. |