Friday, December 30, 2011

and in other news...

The novel is finished.

Of course I'll have to read back over the manuscript again for continuity and historical accuracy. And then I'll throw it to the beta readers and let them claw it to ribbons. But for all intents and purposes, the story is finished. The manuscript is complete. My edits have been implemented. I'm DONE.

YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Sounds impossible, but I busted through this edit. Miss H called me a workaholic, which is something no one has ever accused me of in all twenty-five years of my freeloading existence. It was mad. I found, for the first time, that I wasn't scared of the damn thing. I loved it. I wanted to perfect it. I wanted to put the finishing touches on it. I wanted to work on it (wow!). Next thing you know I'll actually be eager to submit it to a publisher. That'll be the day.

Thanks to everyone who stuck with me and believed in me. Miss H, Beth, Chris, Johnnie, Jane, Olivia, Donna, Polly, Marilisa...all you guys. You're wonderful.

Next we delve into the wonders of publication...

P.S. My recruiter in Korea has received my immigration documents, and passed them onto my school; I should have my visa by next week. I am going to Korea in February. Cue another Big "YES!" here.  

2 comments:

Jane Jones said...

Oh wow Postman! That is SO exciting! AND the Korea visa came through?! See, I told you things would start going your way, haha

I'm still figuring it out myself, but I think it's becoming clearer- if you really love doing something (ie, writing, editing, whatever) you will love working hard at it, letting it consume your life to a point. I guess that's why it's so important to find what you love doing, because hard work can bring happiness. Ha, at least, that's what my father says

A.T. Post said...

You called it. Things had to start going my way sometime.

My mother said something interesting me the other day. She was reading an article about "finding your life's passion(s)." She said that if you're doing something that makes you completely lose track of time, that thing is your life's passion. So I said "Yes, Mum, but I don't think sniffing glue is my life's passion."

Just kidding. I didn't say that. Out loud, anyway. But I saw her point: if you have a hobby or something which engrosses you to the point that you look up at the clock after what seems like only 20 minutes and exclaim "Whoa! Five hours! I missed the 30 Rock rerun, blast it all!" then you've found a particular passion.