Yesterday at 8:00 in the a.m. I started reading PULL. I finished around 4:45 p.m. I corrected some typos, clarified some plot points, and changed some repetitive words.
And y’all, I am so proud of it!
I had expected the final read-through to feel like a chore–after all, I’ve been editing for weeks!–but it so wasn’t. Reading the story all in one sitting was an absolute DELIGHT.
So now, PULL is sitting in Someone Else’s inbox.
(And now you’re thinking, “Hey Anne, when you say Someone Else, who exactly are you talking about?”)
(Sorry. Can’t say. All in good time, Grasshopper.)
So, Emotion #1 = HAPPY.
But Emotion #2 = AAAAAARGH.
I’m getting a sense of the true extent of my spiritual depravity, because it feels like EVERYONE around me has sold a book this year. Or two books. Or a trilogy. Or they already have books out and they’ve been signed on for a bazillion more.
And in my sinful little head I am thinking WELL THAT MUST BE NICE.
And yes, it is nice. It’s wonderful that these talented writers are finding homes for their stories. It’s great that their hard work isn’t getting lost in a black hole. It’s awesome that their dreams are coming true.
Really. I’m not being sarcastic. It really, really is.
But there is that part of me that is just DYING to live my own dream. And I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t hard to watch others accomplish what I want to accomplish so badly.
But you know what? It’s just fuel for the fire. I’m excited to see where PULL goes, and I will work my hardest to make sure it goes FAR.