I am just about to come to the end of what will be the final edit of… Draft number 12 of my first novel… I think it’s number 12, but I’ve lost count. So I’m a long way off seeing my book in print, let alone watching Renée Zellweger win another gong for playing the part of my MC and thanking me in her acceptance speech.
As 2019 draws to a close, is been a year rejections for Just Say It, my pantser-style first attempt at a novel. But I am, older, tougher and wiser now; I can take criticism on the chin (crying emoji!). So, I will say goodbye to 2019 feeding off the constructive criticism and positive feedback I’ve received during the year.
Just Say It is my first novel, which I ‘finished’ in June 2019 and, I’ve been editing it ever since! It is the first and last time I write a novel pantser-style; I will never throw myself into writing a book again without much-advanced planning.
I still have faith in Lisa Grant and her dysfunctional family, and in 2020 I hope to convince an agent that her story is a viable one. In the meantime, I’ll leave you with few members of the cast.
Just shy of 4 years and 3 title changes… I’m getting there. #iamwriting
Whilst pondering over the various places I could set my pressure sensitive starting blocks to ensure potential readers are off to a flying start when I introduce my MC, I wish I had read Anne R. Allen’s post 10 Things Your Opening Chapter Should Do: A Check-List for Self-Editing, before finding out my story was starting in the wrong place!
I have spent the last few days rewriting the synopsis for my current work-in-progress. Like with everything else involved in writing a novel, the deeper you go the harder it gets. Three and a half years ago, although not for the best of reasons, I found myself in the position where Continue Reading
After three and a half years of my life and 92,000 words, I’m not going to allow my novel to wallow in the slushy stigma of rejection and, whatever it takes, I’m going to make it grabbable.
I’ve known about the Two Minute Grab Zone for quite some time and it’s time I got to grips with it.
I am currently holed up in my woman cave editing the final chapters of my current WIP, Defining Moments. Honing, polishing and pruning. At least that is what I am supposed to be doing and not playing around with the video synopsis.
Jersey is no longer a literary wasteland, the Festival of Words is in its fourth year and is inspiring the lives of many. Richard Skinner, was part of the packed programme this year and he is exactly as the author, Renée Knight, so succinctly describes him… ‘An enlightened and liberating teacher.’
Three years ago, I started with an idea that had been in my head for twenty-five years. No plan, no plot, just an idea and I gave myself free rein to let the story unfold in any direction. As I was seeing life from a more mature perspective, the idea took another turn when I became all consumed with my main character’s backstory.
Forty-years worth of the life and times of the emotionally fragile Lisa Grant, ex-columnist for Metropolitan magazine with a quest to dig herself out of her self-dug rut… encapsulated in 88,000 words.
Very recently, I had to step away from it, again, for a number of weeks. I had more than just a wobble, it was a total confidence meltdown.
The editing process is a nightmare that would make even Stephen King’s spine-chilling characters squirm.
I have reached the point of no return and I am terrified. I want to cry. I want to run away from it. I want to read Stephen King’s On Writing … again … on a desert island with no interruptions, because I seem to have forgotten everything he said.
It has been an arduous climb to almost being at the tip of the iceberg. Fuelled by obsession, an overwhelming need to releave my burgeoning brain from its burdon of carrying around 80,000 words of excess baggage for too many years.