This is the moment of truth.
Neighbors in the Supernova being bought all of the world.
Three and half years in the making. So many headaches.
The editing and rewrites were enough to make a man crazy.
I deleted the terrible parts. Don’t worry.
Although, if you’re not a fan of speculative, alternate world, science fiction, you might declare my novel garbage any way.
I’m doing my best to brace for that.
The fact of the matter is, some people are going to think it’s terrible.
Like, Charles Barkley terrible.
But it won’t be the end, right? Life goes on after the first attempt to write a book. There are other stories to write, new music to compose, different avenues to pursue.
I keep telling myself that no matter what anyone says, it was fun. I did it because I wanted to learn the basics on how to plan, write, edit, and sell a book.
The process taught me so much.
I’m grateful for it.
Now it’s time to move on–to leave the sleepy mid-western town that gets turned upside down by Frank and Meredith–and find something else to write. Find a new voice, a new story, new characters, new possibilities.
I’m hoping that I can.
Should I write another fiction book? Should I write a poetry anthology in Spanish? Should I finally get around to the education/parenting book that has been stewing in my brain for a few years now?
Does my wife want to endure my endless night-writing-sessions?
Yes. Well, really no. She probably doesn’t.
But I love storytelling to stop now. I have to write.
I must keep trying.
Brandon Sanderson took 17 novels (I think…) to finally get published. He had the drive. He had his mind fixed on the goal–To get better. And man, he did. Holy cow.
So that’s what I’m going to do. Not like I’ll ever write a novel like him.
But I can have the same focus, the same willpower.