On a hike at the saddle of a ridge this is what comes into view. I’ve been climbing this trail and rewarding myself with this sight now since my daughter Alana was first born. Canyon wrens claim their rock outcroppings as we pass. Ravens soar above on the updrafts near the peaks. Small sparrows vanish into the brush. Coyote scat steams on the trail. And the beauty of life is that your work keeps moving along even while away. I’m am proud to announce the official arrival of my first rejection letter from a literary agency!
I got this gem while away on tour. It was a fabulous jaunt into the southwest. In my corner came two more readers who’ve not just read my novel but recommend it! I calculate that with this first notice I am now one more agency closer to an acceptance letter.
I think we can all now relax and enjoy the fact that nothing comes easily, that we all work for everything we get, every peak we climb, every book we write, every opportunity we take to ask the world to allow us in, so we might add to the dance, one more fragment to the totality of what it means to be alive…
Now, I’ll get back to submitting to more agencies, and enjoy the journey of asking the world for what I want.
Good work comes one show at a time. Working with a good busking friend, Glenn Singer and together we are trying to dial in the new material I’ve got to compliment my book. I’ve got this wild idea that my book and my show can speak to each other, that one experience informs the other. Wish me luck because this isn’t certain as in much of life it is totally up for grabs.
Finally the first manuscript has been placed in the mail…this is a customized submission and included: specific header/page number spec’s, lines per page, font, font size…for the manuscript. It included synopsis, title page, letter of introduction, no paper clips, SASE back to me, and mailed flat not folded!!!!!
Hoops……..lots of hoops…..
On another note I have had my plotting of my second novel returned and it was shot full of big holes, especially in the second act, so to speak, there were not enough barriers or tests to present enough obstacles or power of ideas to be overcome to justify the transformation of the character from a mess into wanting not to be a mess, to overcoming his mess……..so I’ll go back and hack away at the middle which will alter both the start and finish. Got to get a blueprint worth writing… this isn’t the painting this is the idea of the composition.
Oh, plotting is a different function than writing prose…you can hear the mind whirling different gears
Well, cover letter is getting proofed by my editor, synopsis is ready to print, manuscript ready to print, envelope addressed……… and yes, here we go, the first mailing goes out today to a literary agency.
Having a developmental editor going over my manuscript since March of this year, after having spent countless weeks and months drafting the book, and scrubbing and rescrubbing the book, again and again until we can’t at least at this moment find anything else we can alter or correct, it is easily, without any doubt, the most intensely written prose I’ve ever worked on.
I’ve learned an enormous amount. And, by the way, if you are writing a novel? I’d recommend not being too fussy about the first chapter in the initial phase as you’ll have to go back and refine and foreshadow much of what is hardly imagined once you’ve plunged into the body of the book.
I spent weeks on a first drafting of the first chapter years ago now and much of that effort and prose has been so substantially altered it was somewhat of a waste of time. I ought to have got on with the thing.
My unedited manuscript came in at 256 thousand words, the novel is now down to 157 thousand words, and that doesn’t count all the countless other pages that were part of revising and part of the initial drafts… Of the 157k that remain, some 25 thousand of those words have been studied, altered, revised, changed, and contemplated until everyone involved has had their heads nearly explode from the thing. What a process. On to the next challenge!
Back to work now. Weekend dashing south to Palm Springs and returning north late yesterday. Serious business this week. Final bite of the first 50 pages, and then a meet up with my editor to coordinate ideas on the final draft of the synopsis and then away we go…..I should have all my revisions done in a few hours. Had about 1100 miles to look out the windshield and think…lots of that happening.
I can’t begin to calculate how many times I’ve edited the first 50 pages, but after having so many passes through this text with revisions made I’ve elected to pass through the first chapter of my second novel fast, revising just enough to bring it to life, but not grind and polish too much yet. No need to get too much into the weeds. The chances are 100% that much structural framework is in need of balancing and until the structural elements are firmly in place you can’t really polish something that is going to be tossed anyway. It is really just a shell to hold the content for now, add and delete as required and THEN go for the full on fine rewrite.
That is what passes for thinking by this writer this morning.
Sitting with coffee in the morning and watching the sunrise before getting to work on the next book, continue to adjust the first book, and lucky to be here seeing the world unfold in all its worldly ways. What a good looking world we have… sometimes it’s hard to see her good looks, sometimes its obvious. Yesterdays downpour was one for the books here in San Francisco. Good day to write. Plot and first chapter of second novel off to editor.
Have placed my next novel into full drive. Ryan Waters, Ry Waters, is the central character. First scene takes place on San Francisco Bay in September 2008…on a night not unlike this one. I’ve been building a powerpoint presentation of the plot. I’ve 30 scenes and thirty slides. There are bubbles galore, some represent time frame, some emotions, some the inner journey, while others subplot, and still others lists of actions the scene will go through… But, for now here is a look at San Francisco Bay………and the magic that comes with twilight, fog, lights, islands………..