Wow
I've written 18,000 words in two weeks. The story just took hold of me and I couldn't stop. More remarkably, every time I sat down to write, something related to the story actually came out.
Of course it's not all brilliant but I tell myself that I have the right to 'turn off my internal editor' and just get the story out.
Result: Am very happy that LE is finished.
I'll start the rewrites next week.
Yesterday I received my very first letter from a publisher. Kind of exciting isn't it? It's a pity it only said: 'Got the manuscript... now don't bug us until we get back to you.' There wasn't even a signature, just a reference.
But still philosophically seen, a reference number is a step further than I was last year or two years ago. And while I'm not confident that this book will be accepted anywhere, I have hopes that the next one will, or the one after it. In many aspects, writing is a game of patience.
It's also a game of luck and of being in the right place at the right time, of hitting the current funny bone. It has less to do with talent than you would think. So who am I trying to kid here? I'm just trying to cushion the blow before it arrives.
But it's nice to dream and I do so love to write.
So either way I don't lose right?
Of course it's not all brilliant but I tell myself that I have the right to 'turn off my internal editor' and just get the story out.
Result: Am very happy that LE is finished.
I'll start the rewrites next week.
Yesterday I received my very first letter from a publisher. Kind of exciting isn't it? It's a pity it only said: 'Got the manuscript... now don't bug us until we get back to you.' There wasn't even a signature, just a reference.
But still philosophically seen, a reference number is a step further than I was last year or two years ago. And while I'm not confident that this book will be accepted anywhere, I have hopes that the next one will, or the one after it. In many aspects, writing is a game of patience.
It's also a game of luck and of being in the right place at the right time, of hitting the current funny bone. It has less to do with talent than you would think. So who am I trying to kid here? I'm just trying to cushion the blow before it arrives.
But it's nice to dream and I do so love to write.
So either way I don't lose right?