#writersofinstagram : anyone else trying to use covid (or, as my family has dubbed it, Bob) to try and get some serious work done?
I'm spending the vast majority of my time trying to whip #projectjeweldraftfour into The Usable Draft. The Big One. The One That May Sell.
I'm nearing the end of "what I can do with this project"--after draft four is finished, it will go to some very select, qualified betas, whose notes will be taken and used. The draft that comes of that, draft 4.5/5, will be It. And then...unto the breach.
For those of you who don't know, the publishing process starts with query letters. You query to gain a literary agent's representation, via a painstaking series of exchanges that may or may not yield chapter or full manuscript requests. That agent may or may not get you onto the desk of a publisher, who may or may not make a book deal, which may or may not actually include all of the books in your project. All of which, of course, depends on the publishing house, social climate, and world economy.
So basically, you send the project which you have sunk two years and your heart into straight into a process renowned for it's ruthlessness, over which you have no control.
Because...that's the goal?
I'd love to sit here in perfect calm: "Thy will be done", and the perfect peace that comes with that reigning supreme, and all that. I'd love to sit here and say "oh, even if nothing ever happens with it, I'll be glad to know", or, "I'll just be glad I wrote it" or, "I'm just glad for the experience". The reality is more sitting here hyperventilating doing my very best and praying profusely that God's sanity gets me through whatever does, or does not, come next.
Because I will be glad to have written this project. I will be proud of what I've done. I will be giving up this piece of myself when it is sent into the world, but life is a journey of surrender to faith through God's sustenance, and this will be another step. I may be crying and freaking out and perchance yelling at God in my car while blasting "Good Good Father": but that's writing. This is what I do. This is what I'm born to do. This is what I'm called to do.
So. Unto the Breach. #writing - 1 minute ago