The Search Begins

After rewriting and redrafting my novel these last few months, it is now time to send it out again. It’s either that, or shove it in the drawer and forget about it. Believe me, part of me wants to do just that. The part of me that knows how hard it’s going to be to get published. I’ve already tried to publish two novels without any success, so I know that it’s not going to be easy, especially in the current climate. And the publishing world has changed so much in recent years - publishers rarely take a risk with an unknown author, preferring to publish so-called celebs like Jordan, etc, because it sells, there’s no doubt about it.

I’m trying not to get downhearted. A few months ago when I was really depressed I wasn’t ready to send out my novel (and in truth the manuscript wasn’t ready, anyway). Now that I’ve had it critiqued by Hilary Johnson’s Authors’ Advisory and have rewritten quite a bit of it following their advice, I can honestly say that it is ready now. I want to send it out, I want it to find a good agent and publisher. I’ve slaved over it for nearly four years, haven't I? I'm not complaining as I enjoyed writing it so much, even if I did have many down days of struggle and depression.

Anyway, there is another part of me that really longs to try. A part of me that totally believes in myself and my ability as a writer. I have a good story, I’m sure, and it stands every chance of getting published. I’m going to try every avenue I can think of to achieve my dream.