I make no secret that I used to write a very different type of fiction before I decided to try and get something published, but as I sit now, day after day with tons of ideas in my head, I have to wonder if maybe I have used up all the good ideas I may ever have. Everything seems as though it's been done before and I worry if I start something else, I'll end up looking at it and hating it with every fiber of my being.
Yes, I know most writers don't really care for their work, but I do. Though, I fall into the category of loving my work, but always finding things I could have added to make something a little better. Where does one draw the line at giving enough description or information and having far too much? What does one do if the ideas are just all gone? I would hate to think I had enough gumption to send two books out there into the world, but nothing else. I really don't want to be a flash in the pan sort of thing.
Then again, I think I need to just shut up and get to writing. Not worry about if someone wants to read it, but just write because I want to read it. It's what I've always done - why should now be any different?
One Happy Author
I have so many manuscripts started and in a work in progress file. I am hoping to have something finished before the end of the year to submit for publication. At present, I am working on a short thing for consideration for inclusion into an anthology next year. Wish me luck on that.
In other news, I am in the process of selling another manuscript to another publisher. They are just checking on something in the contract before I sign it and then it will be a done deal. I am so excited to see one of my brain children actually out there as the printed word. If anyone had told me three years ago I would be a published author, I would have looked down to see which leg was being pulled. I am doing something which I love and if I actually get paid for it, then there is no reason why I shouldn't be happy with my job, right? Right.
In other news, I am in the process of selling another manuscript to another publisher. They are just checking on something in the contract before I sign it and then it will be a done deal. I am so excited to see one of my brain children actually out there as the printed word. If anyone had told me three years ago I would be a published author, I would have looked down to see which leg was being pulled. I am doing something which I love and if I actually get paid for it, then there is no reason why I shouldn't be happy with my job, right? Right.
First Manuscript Sold
I received word Tuesday evening that one of the manuscripts I submitted was approved for publishing. I am beyond thrilled and really nervous as to how it'll be received once it's actually made available sometime next year. I think any time you are dealing with anything that can remotely have some type of religious themes to it - well, it can be a little bit of a prickly thing with some folks. Naturally, I would hate to offend some people. I certainly hope that I don't do that.
Anyway, stay tuned for more information on this one and any others I manage to sell.
Anyway, stay tuned for more information on this one and any others I manage to sell.
Facing the Blank Page
I have begun work on two separate projects and have plans for more. I don't tend to write on more than one thing at once, but when the muses nag at you to begin anew, what is one supposed to do?
I hold out hope that I might get these projects done in a timely fashion so that I can get them sent out to publishers before the first of the year. I think that's a reasonable time frame to give myself to get two manuscripts done, don't you?
I hold out hope that I might get these projects done in a timely fashion so that I can get them sent out to publishers before the first of the year. I think that's a reasonable time frame to give myself to get two manuscripts done, don't you?
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