There’s always been a part of me that believed I could actually write a novel. I mean, honestly, writing as often as I do I’d have to just get to an ending eventually. The writing process for me was completely haphazard and without a written plan.
Plot? Not exactly.
Characters? Some at the beginning… many along the way.
Setting? It is in a world… indeed.
It was so exciting though experiencing the world through my characters. Their voices carried the narrative and their actions dictated the direction. Could it be better? I’m sure it could. But as my first written novel, I’m damn proud of it! I told everyone who would listen about my story!
My coworkers! (Paid to listen, captive audience!)
My friends! (People who seem really enthusiastic for me!)
My family! (Must love me no matter what!)
Random guy selling me books! (Strangely, genuinely interested… great feeling!)
People on the internet! (In the same boat as me, well… and you out there reading this!)
Finally, I’d written something worthwhile and it was good. The best thing I’d ever written. All the toiling over a keyboard, finally living up to my hopes and dreams. I loaded up my trusty MacBook and stared at my Pages document. Something wasn’t right. Not with the story, but a feeling. If I were a Jedi… I’d imagine this is what a disturbance in the force feels like.
What now?
All the words, characters, settings, and events… what was I supposed to do with them now? I have this responsibility to introduce them to the world and have no idea where to start. Guides online are absolutely hopeless or written by someone self-publishing or trying to get published. You can submit to publishing houses but they slog through probably thousands of unsolicited manuscripts. Some typo sneak into page one of your book? Deleted.
It felt like getting a degree all over again.
You do all the hard yards, get the grades and then they give you the certificate. Congratulations! You’re done! Go out and conquer the world! Then you wake up the next day at noon and wonder why you don’t have a job yet. You finished it! But so did everyone else. Some of them were actually better than you too. So your chances of landing the gig are even less. Then sometimes, it’s just who you know.
That feeling, the disturbance in the force, that diploma, all at once sitting there and joining together in a chorus of mockery.
“Oh, oh wait. You thought that was the hard part?” They laugh. “You poor thing.”
The worst part is while I’ve been searching for all (or any) tips I can find about the step after writing and editing, all writing website tips seem based around actually just writing.
“Just write.”
“Write it already.”
“You’ll never find the time, you have to make the time.”
“Set a schedule.”
“Find a support group.”
“Read a lot. Write a lot. Read some more. Write some more.”
Okay, okay. Now that I followed everyone’s advice… I look to their other articles, and all of them reiterate the same thing; Writing is the hardest part of writing. I made it though, so what now? It would be like getting to the light at the end of the tunnel and it just being a really bright room.
What the hell do we do now?
And I leave that question for you. If you’ve managed to get some decent advice or found a decent website on how to actually organise a manuscript, please point me in the direction! Thanks in advance!