Last week I finished my manuscript, Wherever You Go. My write-a-novel dream has come true. So what’s next?
Some say, print it out and leave it for a while. I’m three-quarters through the first polish, checking for things like timing … so will I print it and put it away for a few weeks? Kind of. My next step is to send my manuscript to three wonderful beta readers for their feedback.
Just thinking about that makes me shiver. Self-Doubt hovers closely when a writer’s finger is poised above the send button. It asks questions like: “What if they don’t like it?”, “What if they think it sucks?” and … horror of horrors, “What if there’s a spelling mistake my Perfectionist Self missed?”
One of my beta readers is my critique partner, Maureen Eppen. So far her feedback has been wonderful … that is, she loves Wherever You Go. She’s cried and laughed and asked for more. But still … she’s only read half way through.
I guess I’m going to have to, in teenage-speak, “suck it up”. Be brave and wait.
In the meantime, I’m going to start working on a synopsis. I don’t know any writer who loves writing them (though there is always the chance someone will comment and tell me they do – in that case, tell me why and what your secret is).
And then I’m going to prepare a pitch letter to a few selected agents.
It’s an exciting-scary time. But the excitement is winning out for now. In fact, I’m even scribbling notes for another novel, tentatively titled Where is the Love? I’ve created a new Scrivener project and written a few paragraphs (they sounded really good in my head when I was driving but I forgot some bits).
I’ve found my writing wings and now I’m aching to fly. I’m ready to soar.
There’s only one thing. A broken finger does tend to slow things down. I can type slowly, but unfortunately I can’t type for long because my arm starts to burn and my shoulder aches … people keep telling me to slow down!