Approximately two minutes ago, I sent the final draft of my second novel off to the publisher. PHEW!!!
Let me say that one more time. It really feels great.
PHEW!!!
This book and I have lived together for two years. There are fragments of the story scattered all over my life, appearing at odd moments like real memories. I’m starting to look back on it as if it happened to me, as if I were in it instead of writing it. I can’t proofread the text any more. I can hardly see the words on the page because they are almost committed to memory. I look right through the words to the people and places they describe.
So now, it’s time to say goodbye. The book is on its way, by invitation, to a capable and generous writing friend who started his own publishing company. By the end of this summer, it should be available in paperback, Kindle, and Nook formats.
All of which is like opening the front door of my house and watching a group of well-loved guests walk down the drive to the street, on their way to whatever comes next.
July 16, 2012 at 4:25 am
That is very exciting! Can you tell us anything about the story? I’m interested to hear what it’s about and where and with whom it takes place.
Congratulations on sending off the second draft by the way.
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July 16, 2012 at 9:45 am
Congratulations! Looking forward to downloading it onto my Nook soon!
July 24, 2012 at 4:38 pm
“…appearing at odd moments like real memories…”
That’s a very strange feeling, isn’t it? Congratulations!
July 24, 2012 at 5:11 pm
It is odd! It reminds me of something I read about Tennyson in my grad school days. He used to say that the world of the spirit was far more real to him than the physical world around him, and it is not hard to believe this if you read his poetry. In my case, it’s an imaginary world, but I lived in it so completely while I was writing about it, that it IS a memory, in a way. Which makes you wonder about where the boundaries are, really, between our outer lives, our imaginations, our spirits…