Yes, this is my desk. The laptop, the writing stand, the corrected manuscript. All the cords, the timer for forced productivity. The scissors? Perhaps I was cutting out horrible plot lines. The pencil, the sharpie, the hundreds of sticky notes. Even the calculator had its purpose. The idea notebook, the filing trays. That poster? It’s Mary Carroll Moore’s three-act structure, of course.
And then there’s all that other stuff like a tin-can robot because as a mom, that’s where all the other family stuff gets dumped, too.
As horrendous as it looks, I look fondly at this picture taken two years ago. It represents so much hard work. It represents an achievement I never thought I was capable of, and many tears.
It represents all those days I scurried to the study during a child’s nap time, all the late nights and early mornings with little sleep, all those small moments I took to write a sentence when I could have been doing something else.
You write “The End.” It is done. You’ve done something remarkable. You’ve written a story. And then what? What do you do with this precious piece of yourself? Do you actually try to – publish? After all, that’s what novels are for!
Here’s the gut wrenching part: No one might ever want it.
All the love, years, emotions, hope, and energy…there are just no guarantees. Statistically speaking, it’s actually very unlikely that it will ever sell. I’m sorry to write that. You might send it to a hundred different literary agents and not one of them will say Yes. You will get a No over and over and over. And then most will just give up. What’s the point of writing if no one wants it?
You must stink.
Nay. That’s actually not what it means at all.
Writing is a business. Frustrated, writers took matters into your own hands.
The self-publishing industry was born. And so were stars in the literary world. Now, Indie publishing is HOT and it’s changed the way writers can do business. They write. They publish.
They Stop Waiting to Get Picked.
Most people in the world would like to write a novel. Are you one of them?
Will you try to go the traditional publishing route with a literary agent or self-publish? There are huge pros and cons for each.
I have an acquaintance who sold 40,000 books last year going the self-pub route. She uses multiple pen names to protect herself. If you’d like to read a lively discussion on the subject, head over to 4 a.m writer, a terrific writer and friend who has edited, encouraged, and pushed me along the last six years. It’s likely that this is a discussion you’ve never heard before. Is it sleazy to use a pen name? head on over and see what you think of “Sheba”!
And whatever you do, keep writing. Don’t ever, EVER give up.
I’ve got the guts to die. What I want to know is, have you got the guts to live? -Tennessee Williams
When he was 21, Tennessee Williams (born March 26, 1911) was a struggling writer with a job he hated at the International Shoe Company. Determined to succeed, he wrote a story every single weekend for three years. (Goodreads)
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