Posts Tagged ‘waffling’

Shake-shake-shake

Tuesday, November 11th, 2008

Okay, I’m over it now. Now it’s time to get down to business. I’ve taken a day off of work next week to write query letters and I’ve decided, against my better judgment, to use my design mojo to make some very sexy query letters on the off-chance it will make them memorable and maybe keep them out of several dozen slushpiles. As long as the words are good, I think that should be fine.

I’d delete the previous post because it sounds so darn whiny, but I try not to delete entries — this is a creative blog, but it’s a personal journey kind of thing, too. So: the waffling stays. I’m sure it won’t be the last of its kind.

To be or not to be?

Thursday, November 6th, 2008

My muse has finally caught up with me. It’s time to refine some stuff and to make some new stuff. There’s a curious fork in the road, however.

See, I wrote this book about a boy named David. I edited the crap out of it, and then I needed to shop it around to see if I could get an agent so others could read my creation.  Instead of doing that, however, I wrote another book about David.

I’m now editing the stuffin’ out of the second book. All my instincts shrink from the agent stuff — I want to write, after all, not go around declaring how awesome my material is — but I am quickly realizing that I need a representative to help answer an increasingly important question:

How long am I going to do this?

I want to write for an audience. Not for fame, not for wealth (does that even really happen?). Just for people. The way I see it, the best way to do that is for it to be published. And since I’m not a good person for championing my own cause, or knowing where to champion it… I need someone else to do it for me. Ergo*, the agent.

I’ve known this for a while, but the issue is more tangible now. I have to decide what my next step is going to be after I ship the current manuscript to an editor that isn’t me. I planned three books for David, but as I’m looking toward the end of his story, there could be four. There could be five.

But again, how long am I going to do this?

I want to write for other people. I think that’s when I do my best work. Writing these things is a wonderful labor of love, and I don’t want it to be just for me. And since I can’t outline David 3 without knowing if there should be a David 4, now I have to try and find an agent that will have me. This is a much-needed kick in the gullet, and something that will hopefully put an end to my always-on-the-verge-of-sending-queries waffling.

But still… poopcockles.

*I have always wanted to use the word “ergo”. Score!