I have been anxious to begin querying on my novel. I’ve been this way since I finished really. Last week, I thought I was done so I began to write my query letter. I worked on it some more this morning when I read something on the internet that made me decide to rip apart my first and second chapters.
So, I spent 2 hours this morning doing just that. Fine. But I’m just that much further from being done.
Then I had a thought that I usually always have when I’m writing a book: does it really matter anyways? Will anyone ever read this? Does anyone care but me?
It’s just frustrating. People think writing is easy. It’s not. Far from it. It’s constant second-guessing. Constant wondering if this sounds right, if this is saying what I think it’s saying, and if anyone will ever read this stuff beyond, well, me.
And when the tough part is over (completing a novel) then the selling begins (an even tougher part for me)–convincing someone my novel is worth something to someone else besides me.
I dread this part but yet it’s the most important element. I’m taking my time on this one, trying not to screw this one up. Trying not to screw any of it up really.
So I pray and hope and keep working and maybe one day…