A quick scroll down previous posts will reveal a rather alarming trend – procrastination. If I may wax lyrical – procrastination is avoidance disguised as real life. Maybe I blog only when I need to lift myself from my latest rut. Way to go on creating a platform!
However, the last post did have the desired effect – I got off my arse (or the Xbox, as it’s known) and wrote some more.
But wadda ya know … I finished a first draft!
Now, the novella is not even remotely finished – there are gigabytes of advice on what I need to do next – but its further than I’ve gotten before. So I’m going to take it as a positive.
But since reading the most excellent essay by Katherine Rusch – and I CANNOT emphasise how much you need to read it if you want a career as a writer – its just a first draft. The first of many. Maybe even just a journeyman piece, one where I learn my trade, figure out a few things. I fully intend to publish it, with a cover and a little fanfare.
But it’s just the first.
Since finding time on my hands, while the first draft matures away from my star-crossed eyes – I took a look at something unfinished that lay mouldering in a forgotten folder. It wasn’t half bad – not perfect, but more than salvageable. It’s beyond first draft, polished even, but needs ironing and tweaking.
So suddenly, I have a second work, in need of a cover, copy editor and multiple readthroughs.
This, I hope, is how a career starts. Not with pleads to ‘buy my book’ on twitter, facebook, email shots etc. I’ll just keep sending them out, and damn the rest.
So, what’s next?