The novel is now in its third incarnation. It’s been tweaked, pummelled and teased. I’ve read it through so many times I can no longer hear the rhythm of the language. I can’t tell if it jars or if it flows. The first five chapters have been re-arranged. Vast tracts of text have been cut out like malignant tumours and dumped into metaphorical specimen jars. I’d like to take the analogy even further and say it’s been rebuilt like Steve Austin. The world’s first bionic novel. But to be honest I haven’t got 6 million dollars to throw at it.
The point is though it is now ready to be placed into a Moses basket (mixing my metaphors here like the crazy dude I am) and sent off downstream to prospective agents, one of whom may favour it and me by clasping it to his/her bosom and taking it on to the promised land.
All I need to do is write the covering letter, the synopsis and some sort of CV / About Me document. And I’ve written versions of all three of these. They just need finishing. Salient information adding. Tidying up. The work of a single afternoon.
All I need to do is put my mind to it.
And yet my mind insists on putting itself elsewhere; on finding a hundred and one other, less urgent things to do.
I wonder why?
Is it fear of (re)entering the rejection game? My natural loathing of all kinds of admin? Or just plain laziness?
I suspect it is all three. But it occurred to me today that if I am not careful I will spend the same amount of time just physically getting the novel sent off to an agent as it took to write the ruddy thing in the first place.
This blog post is meant to be a boot up the backside to myself – but do feel free to add your toes behind it.
Quit stalling, man! Get it sent off. Faint heart never won fair maiden and all that.
Besides which I have ordered a few reference books ready for my next novel. Various guides to sign language and deaf culture... which may possibly give you a small clue as to some of the subject matter.
It’s time to draw a line under the old and commence with the new.
What's the sign for "stop prevaricating and get on with it"?
Give me a week or two and I should be able to tell you.