Thursday, January 12, 2012

My First Novel

My devil's advocate, Gal Friday, accuses me of embellishment.  What, you say, not our trusted reporter Honest Ed.  It saddens me to think Gal Friday would even harbor such a sentiment, much less verbalize it.  I remain confident my readers share no such feeling.  Embellishment--isn't that something akin to exaggeration?  Nonsense.

However ridiculous, Gal Friday insists pushing her point of view and discussions continue.  Please take note, I said discussions, not arguments.  We never argue.  To prove her point, she suggested before publishing, I allow her to  edit this post marking any embellishment or untruth in blue, an editor's favorite color.  I agreed without hesitation knowing well my rigid digits only type factual material.  So if you expect additional color while reading, you will be disappointed.

The focus of this short pontification is my first novel, Blue Chariot Some time in the last millennium I needed a project so I decided to write a novel.  Like most of my endeavors, I proceeded with a back-assward process.   Dismissing Gal Friday's encouragment to learn something about fiction writing before starting, I sat down and let my rigid digits hunt and peck.  Six months later I had a novel.  After Gal Friday edited this prestigious piece of art form, we sent it to a print shop for binding.  We mailed the manuscript to 12 readers for their comments.  The readers gave us positive criticism and made helpful suggestions.   We incorporated some, again edited and I felt the job done.  All I had to do was send it to a few agents and I could sit back collecting royalties.

The first responses from agents went something like this. "Thanks I needed a good laugh to brighten my day."   I thought this guy must be confused. I was.  My genre was suspense, not humor.  Other agent reactions befuddled me even more--"maybe you should take up ping pong," "don't stop your social security checks," and the most indignant, "what mental hospital should I wire your flowers to?"

There seemed to be a recurring theme.  I determined some formal training might possibly be in order.  I attended workshops, read "how to"  literature, and asked for advice from professional writers and editors.  Just yesterday Gal Friday mailed the first 10 pages of Blue Chariot, along  with a check, to an editor who expressed interest in completing a full edit for a minimal compensation.  Her definition of minimal is different than mine.  Not only do I have to take out a second mortgage to pay for it, part of her contract specifies I have to read her book even before applying.  This is like taking a college entrance exam, paying up front money and munching on fingernails while anxiously awaiting the results.  Stupid me, I thought life would get easier after college.

I now await Gal Friday's edited version of this post.  Idon't expect to see any blue print.

1 comment:

  1. You had a lot to work on your novel so I'm happy for your success. So my congratulations! Just believe that your novel will bring you fame and money. But even if this doesn't happen, it's not scary cuz freelance writer opportunity . For each talented writer, there is an opportunity to apply their skills. After all, I wish you inspiration!