“Sure, I can do that. No problem.”
Have you ever said that? Have you ever said that to your agent? Are you laughing at me? Go ahead. I have thick skin. (And I can’t hear you anyway.)
When a certain well-known publishing house requested the full manuscript for the first book in my historical trilogy, I was beyond thrilled. So was my agent. But then she warned me that this publishing house prefers historical novels longer than my word count. She asked me if I could increase the word count to meet their preferences.
That’s when I made the comment above.
That was roughly seven weeks ago. Don’t ask how far I’ve gotten. Please don’t ask.
It’s not that I don’t have a plan. It’s not that I don’t know what I want to add. It’s not that I haven’t done the research (because it’s a historical – there must be research). It’s not that I haven’t written.
So why am I pulling my hair out? Because this is A LOT harder than I realized it would be. Here’s how a typical rewriting session goes:
Start reading where I left off yesterday. Have an “Ah-HA!” brilliant idea to add. Write like mad. Pat myself on the back at how brilliant this idea is. Continue reading. Find almost word for word what I just so brilliantly wrote two pages back. Groan. Growl. Grit my teeth. Back up and erase my brilliant idea that now looks trite. Scroll down to the original. It looks trite too. Fix it.