Wow, if life as a published author is going to be anything like the week I just had, I’m in BIG trouble (hopefully:). I couldn’t imagine meeting a deadline when under the gun.
I recently started a new book. A quirky paranormal tale involving a successful New York artist, a preacher’s son and a precocious German Shepard. The only problem is, I haven’t been able to write!
Recently I attended my writers group luncheon (http://www.lirw.org/) and met with a few editors and agents. I really didn’t go with the anticipation of pitching to any of them. I queried a few agents about my last book and two of them wanted to see more, so I figured, why add more work to my load?
I’m sure you can guess why! There’s no guarantee that either of the two agents will like my work or have a spot for me. So until I have a signed contract I have to act like I have nothing (which, until that day comes where I have to sign on the dotted line, I don’t)
So, I pitched to an editor and an agent. One wanted two of my books, with the first three chapters e-mailed to her. But one said “send em all!” Yikes! I think maybe I’ll start with two. Anyone who knows me knows I’m a bit obsessive compulsive. Even though I’ve edited and re-edited those two manuscripts and I knew they were the best they could be, I had to check them at least one more time . . . and guess what? I found problems I never noticed before (here, I cannot stress enough how important it is for a critique partner)
So now I have to edit before I send it out. Then I have to check the other one. That on top of dealing with end-of-year parties, doctors appointments and just plain old housework, when will I ever get back to the baby I just recently conceived?
It’s nuts, it’s crazy and yet I still pray daily for those deadlines.