In her recent post, Leslie Hodgins conveys the spectrum of feelings associated with finishing a novel for the first time, and the scary step of putting something so close to the heart out into the world:
“Getting others to read it, judge it, and seeing it on a shelf with my name on it, that’s scary.”
A story I’ve been working on for the last 5 years now came to a close last week. I finished it. I wrote it all down, got all the characters straight, got the story I wanted written done. And it was emotional.
For 5 years this story has been changing, evolving, becoming more and more something I needed to finish and get out there. I’ve always had the dream of becoming a published author, the write the next great book. And even if it didn’t become the next Harry Potter I’d be okay because I got it out there anyways. But for 5 years this lived with me, always in the back of my mind, characters developing, changing, taking over in some cases (that’s another blog post). And now it was done, a manuscript ready to submit to a publisher. All four hundred or so pages. No longer processing through…
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