Afternoon all. How's it going?
Check out my picture at the top of this, that's it, that's my final draft of my first ever story/book. Pretty fucking cool if you ask me. I know it just looks like a pile of paper, but I swear, there is over 166,000 words in there somewhere. Whether they're any good is yet to be determined by an agent, which is the next step of the process.
I have finally managed to finish a synopsis, but not without the help of Chris Salch. And I just want to take a minute to thank him. Chris, the author of 'That Which Is Nameless' and 'A Thousand Cuts' was kind enough to reply to a post I added to LitReactor when I asked for someone to read my synopsis. Not only did Chris spend his time reading it and giving me his opinion, he then spent more of his time editing and making what were excellent suggestions. Chris, you are the man and I am extremely grateful.
I would also like to thank Richard Thomas for all his advice and suggestions. Richard has a new book, a series of short stories called 'Staring Into The Abyss' that he has recently released and I wish him the best of luck.
I also need to thank Anne.R.Allen for all her help and advice. Anne, a very successful writer, has an amazing blog that I would suggest any and all writers read and learn from. Congratulations on being awarded 'Writers Digest - 101 Best Websites For Writers'.
Finally I need to thank my amazing wife Boo (Claire) and my two little girls Amber and Zoey. If it wasn't for you three lovely ladies I would packed this in a long time ago.
I know that I sound like I am giving a really bad Oscar speech and for that I apologise, but whilst it isn't much, the very least I can do is thank the above for just being very cool people.
As for me, all I have to do now is read through that final draft, making sure everything is a good as I can get it and then I am going to tentatively approach an agent or twelve and then when they have told me 'Thanks but no thanks' I will approach another twelve and then another until either -
1. I get the message and realise what it is I have written is complete shit
2. Someone gives me a chance and hopefully feels I have something worth working with.
I'm hoping for number two but am hedging my bets on number one. Cynics, aren't we all?
It's strange to think that the last 18 months have all been leading to this moment and now it's here I find that my doubt has never been more aggressive. When I started this little experiment to see if I could do this I don't really think I believed I would have got as far as I have, yet here I am.
I know that my blog isn't particularly helpful when it come to writing and the process involved, to be honest you can't beat Anne's for that, for me it's now required reading every Monday morning, but my blog has helped me out a lot. I don't really know if anyone reads this as I have no followers, but that's okay because for me this is more a journal on what writing has put me through and I hope to one day read back over my crazy rants and laugh at it.
Anyway, it's Sunday afternoon, the sun is out (for a change) and my girls are calling. I'm going to split and spend time with the 3 most important people in the world to me.
Hopefully with a lot of luck this could be the beginning of the beginning. Fingers crossed.