- The words “The End” sit at the end of a page after 114,254 words according to Word’s last count. I am reading my book out loud to the pug. It helps to see if the rhythm of the words work, checks for pace and cadence, things the naked eye misses. Then my current book is off to two friends, both avid readers with editing experience for one last look through.
The next many months will be tracked in my Book of Submissions, Rejections, Ecstasy, and Agony. In this book, I will bind each query I write, every single blessed one, personalized as needed, the first 10 pages of my book as they stand on the day I enter the trenches, a short synopsis and a long synopsis and all the iterations of such materials.
The current schedule (some dates are flexible)
- Dec 5-7 – Query workshop with New Leaf Literary (help me nail the query)
- Dec 22 – hand finished book to fresh editing eyes (if I miss this date, all other dates will move forward by two weeks at least)
- Dec 22 – Jan 2 – Put together list of agents, revise query based on workshop feedback, tinker with synopsis
- Jan 3-15 – (provided editors have returned feedback), last edit for submission (this deadline subject to change if anything major needs to be changed or life dumps on me)
- Jan 22 – 31 (around here) Query first 10 agents on my list
- 2019 As Needed – for each response from agent, send new query to next agent on list until I get and accept an offer of representation from dream agent. Any agent I accept is my dream agent.
Join me for this journey. There will be loads of pug pictures and concerned cat pictures along the way, and a few new bottles of bourbon will likely have to be opened. Wish me luck.
Frankie has a hard time figuring out about time. She is always surprised when it is raining during her walk time. She is even more surprised when the writer does not get chased away for the “day job”. Then there is the writer staring for hours at a computer screen doing nothing. Then the writer cries.
Writers are too complicated. Pugs are not. She might have to get that cat she keeps threatening Frankie with. Cats are not simple. Cats are scary. There is a cat in the writer’s story that she reads to Frankie. It is giving the pug nightmares. Frankie hopes the rain will stop and the writer will just go ahead and kill the cat.
The blog is in super peril now. I am almost cried out. My precious writer’s tears are almost at an end. And I need them so I can dive deep into the query trenches, get an agent, and book deal and a much better retirement plan.
Frankie seems unconcerned at my critical situation. Look at the bottle. Almost empty. What will I do? It was hard to find that bottle. Oh well, I will read another chapter out loud to the pug and hope for the best.
The time has come. I have been cultivating this book for three years now. The blog will suffer as my schedule until the end of the year has become a sprint to make ready for querying in the New Year. I must wait for several agents to re-open to queries so I am taking one last lap around pacing and exposition issues. Then here is the rest of the schedule:
Nov 30- Dec 3 – Prepare initial query (hope it is not abysmal)
Dec 4-7 – Query Workshop with New Leaf Literary
Dec 8 – Dec 15 – Prepare Synopsis and all supplemental materials.
Dec 8 – Dec 15 – Read entire book out loud to the pug – for final pacing and all that rot
Dec 8 – Jan 18 – Prepare list of agents that fit my work
Dec 15 – send book for binding at UPS for live edits by me, Ryan, and Ginger
Dec 22 – distribute editing copies with red pens to Ryan and Ginger
Dec 23- Jan 15 – revise as needed, get rid of glaring mistakes
Jan 18 – Jan 21 – Send out first 10 queries
For Entire process – document everything – rejection, retribution, all of it.
So my trip to New York did not go quite as planned. I thought I would have time to make blog posts. Silly me. Instead, New York ate my blog. Just devoured it and left it to rot. It’s not a city I can control.
Here are some pictures from the trip for your enjoyment. I will try to return to blog posts soon. Otherwise, expect pictures of cute, furry beasts sitting in rapt anticipation of my debut novel.
The world is a perilous place. It is not meant for wimps Life is a precarious thing. None of us get out alive, and we waste precious time hating and vilifying one another.
We have to help each other. Most often, we hinder one another with that little devil that lives in all of us telling us the people over there are to blame for all our troubles.
Dogs stomp that voice out. There is something in the eyes of a dog that wishes so much to please, to be able to go help the people over there. Dogs have a courage unmatched by the boldest of imaginary super heroes.
A dog’s love and courage is real, not a thing of comics and fairy tales. It comes with no judgment, no blame, no questions. All are worthy of saving. So if you are lost, rescue a dog. One day that animal may one day rescue you.
My daughter is getting a kitten. That is a valid decision. She lives in New York City in a tiny little box, and she does not have the time to give a dog the proper care. A cat doesn’t really need humans. It likes us to serve it – feed it, keep its environment tidy, and pet it while it tries to figure out how it might work out how to eat us. We find these predatory creatures adorable.
Dogs require companionship and work, but they will do work. Even my lazy, pug, Frankie knows that her job is to make sure I wake up on time to go to my day job, even on the weekends, take walks in the park and garden, and to write stuff that I then read out loud to her. She understands the crying when whatever I have written is awful.
I sometimes threaten to get a cat myself. I think it would add humor to our situation. The pug knows about cats, and does not like them. One tried to eat her once or so she claims.
So anyways, my daughter is getting a kitten. Probably.