Four months of writing, four weeks of editing, 100,000 words total (after approximately 10,000 words were trimmed). Three working titles (and roughly a hundred others considered and discarded), three major characters whose names changed from one draft to the next, and two alternate endings.
And finally last night, just a few hours past my deadline, I sent the completed manuscript off to my editor. Mind you, there are a few things left to do (for example, I have to go through the copy- and line-edited drafts in a few weeks). But by and large, the nitty-gritty work of writing THE GATEKEEPER is complete.
This is, hands down, my favorite part of the writing process. I dread staring at the blank page, and getting mired in what Louise Ure calls the "saggy middle," when it feels like you're never going to actually finish the darn book. And even after the rough draft is finished and polished into something that's largely presentable, there's still self-doubt to wrestle with. After hitting "send" I invariably spend weeks on pins and needles waiting for my editor to respond, convinced I'll receive an email deploring the story and the writing, insisting that I scrap it and start over (this hasn't happened yet, but you never know).
But today, ah today- the first day after handing it in, when the editor has given the all-clear and the residual stress of meeting the deadline has dissipated and I find myself facing an entire afternoon with nothing to do (well, nothing besides writing this post, cleaning my house, and paying bills, that is). This is when it finally sinks in. I've finished my fifth book (for those of you keeping track at home, yes, I did say five: it will only be my third in print, since two others never made the cut). Ahead of me lies months of marketing and everything that entails (designing bookmarks, calling/emailing bookstores, self-flagellation, etc etc etc).
Today I can just sit back and enjoy the fact that for the first time in six months, I don't have a book hanging over my head. To clarify: yes, I know I'm extraordinarily lucky to have a contract and deadlines- and I'm eternally grateful for that, every day I feel like I've won the lottery. Still, that does mean I have to produce a book on a regular basis. And as I can attest from my journalism days, even if you love the assignment, having to write it in a specific time frame makes it an obligation. Some days it's fun, others it's work: every stage of the process has its benefits and drawbacks. But for nearly six months, I've tended to little else, as the stacks of paper and other detritus scattered around my house can attest.
It's comparable to the first day of summer vacation. You know September is just around the corner, but for the moment, you can just get on your bike and go anywhere. Down the line there will be plenty of other homework assignments (new deadlines), grades (reviews, both good and bad), and field trips (tour stops). But today, you're free. And you know what? I think my house is going to stay dirty and the bills will be unpaid for just one more day. It's too rainy for a bicycle ride, but it feels like the perfect day for a matinee, and I haven't been to see a film in forever. So today's discussion question is: what should I see?