I went through several different titles for this post, among them “Anticipation,” “READY,” and “The Frazzled State of the Union.” I think they all describe me right now. Here’s why.
Anticipation: Sixteen chapters of PULL are ready to go to my agent. There are only ten(ish) more that I need to slash to pieces, burn in a fire, and miraculously reassemble.
Oh, okay, it’s not that bad.
But it’s close.
And y’all? I am SO looking forward to having this story on submission. Going on sub TERRIFIES a lot of people, and given what happened last time I did this, you’d think I might be one of them.
But I’m not. I’m just
Ready for it to be out there. Ready for big-name editors to read it. Ready to spend every day wondering if today will be the day. Ready to be elated if the news is good. Ready to be disappointed if it’s bad.
Ready to get back on this horse, no matter what happens.
So, with PULL in a somewhat disheveled state and the goal of GET IT THE HECK OUT THERE looming in my mind, I feel that my mental state is a bit frazzled.
But it’s a good frazzled. I think this thing is really coming together. My Betas were, as always, rock stars with their comments. And my English teacher friend who’s digging through it one chapter at a time? Yeah. She’s good.
It’s getting there, y’all.
I finally decided to call this post “Impatient” because that sums up how I feel right now. I want to fast-forward, when my friend and I have made it through the last chapter of PULL, and I’ve let a few days pass before printing the whole thing out (at Kinko’s, because really? Who has that kind of ink supply in their house?), and I’ve read through it in ONE SATURDAY with a pretty colored pen in my hand. (Not red.)
And then I’ll fix whatever last-minute things need to be fixed, and I’ll send it to Alanna.
I’m SO STINKING IMPATIENT to reach that moment. To see what she thinks. And to get it out there.
Where are you with your writing? Excited? Discouraged? Impatient, like me?