I’m an idiot. Janette. I thought you were referring to another project, not the orbit manuscript. I should pay more attention to things.
On the manuscript topic, I agree with Jeremy; consider submitting after a bit of a spell. I hated being told ‘no’ but i appreciated the need to do up my MS to a submission status. I twisted and turned but felt much better when it was in the mail.
After that it was out of my hands – an idea for improvement, little tweaks and such, still popped into my brain but I had already sent it off. And I’m glad I did otherwise i would be tinkering with it forever. Man, the rewriting that the bloody thing went through. At one point I knew if I had to reread the same scene again there would be murder done in my house.
I know a writer is supposed to nourish, cherish, polish and only send off work of the highest calibre. I know that we should always look on the editing process as an opportunity and I felt the guilts (call yourself a writer, you hack! Get out there and edit that draft agin! And you better look damn good while you’re doin’ it)
But the story I sent was a darn good one and, i believe, well told. I had the impetus from its completion to start the next book using the same characters (‘Valentine and the Revenants’ – more zombies ) and when I came up for air there were 20K words of rough first draft staring back at me.
My point is, and I do have one, is that I would have been confronted with the solid wall of the unfinished MS forever unless i forced it out, got out the bum glue and fixed the bloody thing. I had to get past this wall in order to move on; and on the other side I found a new story. If I hadn’t finished the first one I would have been unable to believe in myself enough to start the next in the series. I could have picked another big project, another totally differnt yarn with other characters - no trouble.
But, dammit, I liked Valentine. I liked the NightWatch and it was only me stopping myself.
So there you go, fellow Orbiteers, when we write for the critical eye of a publisher we risk all, we work mongrel hours and we bleed a lot.
But on the other side of the wall there sometimes sits a brand new story, all big-eyed and new. Just asking to be told.
How can you resist that face?
terry