Or, 7 days away from finishing my fourth round of edits. More on that in a minute.
Big thank you and congrats go out to Mr. Alex J. Cavanuagh and his team for taking IWSG to the next level. If you haven’t read about the big announcement, click here.
Thanks to this month’s co-host Chemist Ken, SL Hennessy, Michelle Wallace, and Joylene Nowell Butler.
Ok, back to the topic at hand.
Write the first draft – check
Let it sit for three weeks – check
Read through and find the big mistakes (edit #1) – check
Read through and find the big mistakes you missed on the first read through (edit #2) – check
Read through and find the small mistakes (edit #3) – check
Read out loud and find the not so obvious mistakes (edit #4) – Finish in 7 days.
But, then what?
I love this story. It has consumed all of my free time over the last four months. I’ve put in the work to turn it into a story that even after reading through it 10,000 times, the parts that are supposed to make me laugh, still make me laugh and the parts that are supposed to make me cry, still make me cry and I can’t wait to see what happens even though I know the ending.
But, is that enough to put it out there for the world to see?
I know about beta readers and critique partners and editors, I’ll do all that, too. What I really want to know is even after all that, will there be a clear sign that let’s me know, ok, publish it?
How do you know when your story is good enough for public consumption?
Thanks so much to Alex for not postponing the IWSG. I know we are all little tired from a month of A to Z challenge posting, but I can’t rest now. I need some help.
I mentioned a few months ago that I would be attending two writer’s conferences this year. I went to the Tennessee Williams Literary Festival in New Orleans in March. Had such a blast, but I had no responsibilities.
This weekend is the DFW Writer’s Conference. I have quite a bit planned. Besides the many seminars I am looking forward to attending, I have an appointment to pitch my novel to an agent and I also signed up for a writer’s workshop where I get to share a few pages of my wip and get instant feedback.
For some reason, I am more scared about the pitch session then I am about the workshop. I would much rather read my work to people and have them
rip it to shreds constructively critique it the to try and sell my novel. Like to the point that I can’t even remember what my novel is about. Now that is scary.
I mean, is this a strange mental twist or what? I can handle someone telling me what I did needs some work, but can’t handle them telling me what I completed isn’t good enough. Now, I know a novel, pitched to an agent, is far from completed, especially if the agent likes it, it will need some work, but should my mental approach to these to two activities be different. Maybe not?
Anyone else have this particular mental tic? Any tips you can pass along on how to deal with a face to face pitch session with an agent?
Thanks as well to this month’s co-hosts, Lynda Young, Mark Koopmans, and Rachna Chhabria!
Let me know if you’re going to DFWcon. We need to network. 🙂
My insecurity stems from my subject for the day. I am an insecure sports fan. We have a new season coming up, a new defensive coordinator and a quarterback with a totally underserving new contract. Why is this relevant to IWSG? When I feel good, I write good. When I feel bad, dissapointed and dejected, I write not good. The Cowboys are going to suck. That’s my hot sports IWSG opinion.
I hope Alex excuses my levity in this months IWSG post considering the pressure of the A to Z Challenge.
“Look at it.” Hailee pointed up at the metallic structure. “It does look like the death star.”
“No it doesn’t.” Brian tried the door, but it wouldn’t budge. He pushed the next door, again, locked.
It’s round, ominious.” Hailylee placed her hand on the structure. “I bet Darth Vader’s in there right now reading out thoughts.”
“Darth Vader controls thoughts, he doesn’t read them.”
Brian tried another door. Locked, “What’s so precious in there that every door has to be locked.”
“Here, let me try.” Hailee put her hand on the next door and pushed. It opened.
He grabbed her hand, “Come on.”
They walked into the structure. The energy flowed from the structure through him. It practically buzzed.
“You feel that?” Hailee said. “It’s alive. Just like the Death Star.”
Rolling his eyes, he pulled Hailyee down the corridor. Feeling the smooth metal walls along the way. They were cold to the touch. Strange considering it was 90 degrees outside.
The hall took a sudden left turn. The light from outside did not.
“I think we should go back.”
“Let’s keep going.” Several feet more, there was a faint light visible in the distance. The comfort of the light encouraged them to walk faster.
Brian dared to take his eyes away from the light for a second to make sure Hailee saw what he saw. As they drew closer, they could feel the warmth. They entered a large open space, but didn’t notice, they were mesmerized. The light, warm and inviting, bobbed up and down in the middle of the space.
Hailee reached for it, but Brian pulled her hand back. “No, don’t touch it.”
“I have to, it’s so beautiful.”
“No must not touch,” It was hard for him to articulate because every ounce of his being wanted to touch it, too.
“Why?” Hailee whispered.
“Because, we haven’t earned the right.” As soon as the last syllable left his lips, the light exploded into a thousand lights. The blinding light knocked Brian and Hailee down.
The roof parted and sun shined brightly in there eyes.
“Yes,” a voice from above said. “You have not earned the right, but you will, I promise, you will.”
Brian and Hailee laid there, on the star, basking in the greatness that is Cowboy Stadium.
I’ve been blessed to have the opportunity to visit 26 of 32 NFL stadiums, so I am fully qualified to declare Cowboy Stadium is the coolest stadium in the world, and not just because the local media refer to it as The Death Star.
I am done with sports and stadiums for awhile, at least until I get to V. What’s your favorite stadium? Any insecurities to share?