WARNING: THIS POST WAS MEANT TO BE UPLOADED ON THE 25/7/2015. PROCEED WITH CAUTION, AS EVENTS MAY HAVE CHANGED. (I’m kidding, I did finish the second draft. I’ve even finished the 3RD DRAFT. Yes. I know, insane. I know. Keep reading.)
“Oh my giddy aunt, it’s done. It’s done. After an eight hour shift at work, and 7000 words in three hours (don’t ask me how that is humanly possible) I have finished the second draft of my book.
I can’t describe the feeling of finishing your second draft. It’s different than the first draft, but it’s still exciting and nerve-racking as the first time around. Finishing it means I did it. That I worked on it, everyday, I kept writing, and it’s here. It’s done. 99,560 words in total, 349 pages and 33 chapters. My book is done.
After a week’s break of reading everything on my to-read pile, and watching every show I’ve been postponing, I will then start the process of finding which agents I should send my manuscript to. If you are at the stage where I am right now, then you need (and I can’t express just how much you do) the “Writer’s and Artists’ Year book”. Every year they bring a new one with an updated list of agents and publishing houses, their areas of expertise and preferences, and how to write summaries and cover letters and all the details you will need to do to impress your potential agent/publisher.
You don’t need to, per say, to have an agent, but it is hugely advised by anyone you will meet in the industry. Long gone are the days where publishing houses read manuscripts left on their doors and fell in love with them. It may still happen, but their time is limited now and can’t be “wasted” on just any manuscript. That’s why they want manuscripts sent by agents. If the agent went through the time to read the whole thing, and select it, then it means it’s good. You have to admit they have a point, but it’s still scary. Sending your baby off to someone who will judge it it’s torture and borderline masochism if you think about it.
But this is the stage I am on now, on my road to getting published. Preparing for how to approach an agent. Which in my books (no pun intended) is just like birds falling off the tree for the first time not knowing how to fully fly. And those birds don’t have parachutes. They can fall and die. They can die I tell you! But let’s not get hasty with our imaginations, fellow baby writers. If we have improved our work in the best way we can, then all we can do is let it fly. Even if it doesn’t fly and it crashes flat on the ground, you can still proudly announce that you finished a book. There aren’t many that have spent time on 70,000-90,000 words. People would rather watch Netflix and eat pizza, which ultimately is what I want to do in my life, always.”
Expect a new post of what actually happened the week after I finished my second draft. I’m sorry I’m so late. I’m a despicable human being. But don’t you worry, the new post will be up tomorrow. I promise. (maybe I shouldn’t but I am. There you go, it’s done. I’ve promised.)
I hope you are still writing, don’t you dare procrastinate on me. Okay? We are in this together. So get finishing on whatever draft you are on, so we can be on the same page. Either way, keep on writing and I have the most absolute faith in you. If I did it, then anyone can. After all I am the Queen of Procrastination.
a still struggling, always working, writer.