I began work on a novel in the summer of 2004. Now, in the prime of my late twenties, I near completion - phew!
Starting, then getting some momentum, was the most difficult - took nearly two years before I actually enjoyed (most of the time) sitting down to work on my baby. Now I approach another decidedly unromantic stage. After I subject my treasure to loathsome scrutiny and beg friends for suggestions I don't want, I’ll embark on a pride-swallowing campaign of self-promotion to agents and publishers with nothing promised but a bevy of ego numbing, demoralizing rejections.
In the event I do get published, I’ll transfer this energy to the reading public, so that I may save my work from a 500-copy printing and dusty bookshelf oblivion.
Though writing has long been a hobby I've never published, and figured my first foray might itself make for interesting reading. When I'm not writing, which unfortunately is most of the time, I work at a school of government organizing web conferences. Sometimes I exercise. The rest of the time I try to not neglect my friends and family, who have always encouraged what I do and are the lifeblood of both my inspiration and emotional health.
The Savior Complex
3 weeks ago