This is my first post of 2014–this may be the first time I’ve written “2014.” Somehow I’m comfortable with the idea of this new year already, only nine days in; I was ready for it. This is the year I’m finishing my book. This is the year I’m finding an agent and a publisher. The penultimate sentence I type with reckless, relieved confidence; the latter, not so much confidence as hope. But that’s okay, first things first, one step at a time. I’ve got to focus, though. I’m close to finishing a revision that could be the last. I desperately want it to be the last. But I’ve got a haunting fear that I’ll read it through and find it wanting, that I’m facing a whole new re-vision.
I’m a perfectionist. It’s not a good trait for a writer, because perfectionists have trouble letting go. Kristen Lamb wrote on her blog a few days ago about knowing when to quit–when to put aside a manuscript, when to go on to a new project or even a new genre.
Deep breath. All right. I’m finishing up this draft this month and sending it to my two fantastic critique partners, Jodi Kendall and Gina Carey. Here we go.