I’ve told a few people that I am writing a novel and I am invariably met with the following responses. ‘It’s just a hobby right?’ or ‘It’s impossibly hard to get published and you won’t make any money.’
With that in mind, it was refreshing to read this post by Jack Canfield, author of Chicken Soup For The Soul. 144 publishers turned his book down, but he didn’t give up. Imagine if he’d thrown in the towel after 143 had said no?
This is the kind of fortitude I will need regarding my own novel. I will finish it. It will be the best book it can be and by hook or by crook, I will get it published, even if I have to do it myself.
The other people on my writing course seem to like my first 3000 words. People have used the words ‘funny’, ‘poignant’ and ‘enjoyable.’ I take that as a good sign and am sure they are not just saying that so that I write equally nice things about their efforts – which I do, because they are brilliant!
Jack also explains that this all took time. This phrase keeps coming up for me. There’s no point in being in a hurry. As long as I am moving forwards towards my £1 million goal, then all is good and if I move backwards, well then it will be a learning opportunity.
I did a talk today about PR in front of 28 people and I was surprisingly relaxed about it. In fact, I did a pretty good job. I sounded like I really knew what I was talking about, which helps.
All in all, today has been good and in a minute, I am off to the theatre with my husband. It’s been ages since we had a night out on our own, so I am going to make the most of it.
It’s freezing here. There are icicles hanging from my car and snow is whirling around like icing sugar in a wind tunnel. I shall thank my gratitude stone for the sparkly wonderfulness of it all this evening…as long as I can make it home on trains that actually run on time.
I am a badass novelist. So there.