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The year I quit

14 October 2013 Jordan 4 Comments

This entry is part 7 of 13 in the series All my novels

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After my fifth novel, I took a break. Which ended up being a lot longer than I’d planned. I got a rejection back for novel #3 and set about revising and rewriting it. The first chapter went on to win a contest to get fast tracked in the submission pile at several publishers, but then I got my teeth kicked in and sent it through three more rounds of readers and revisions.

As you can imagine, the constant revising and rewriting drove me nuts. I’ve never been one to make sweeping changes based on one reader’s feedback, always waiting for consensus, consulting with people I trust, weighing out the options, but there was a ridiculous amount of work put into the revisions.

Meanwhile, I went and had a baby (my third). Frankly, that pregnancy was a very difficult time for me, but that’s a whole other post. On top of all that, I had no new projects for nearly a year. I wanted to move a bit slower—I was tired after writing three manuscripts in a year, and I knew it would be difficult to get back into writing until the baby was a bit older. I made it three or four months before I just had to write again.

The book stats

Title: Façade
Genre: Historical romantic suspense
Inspiration: a what-if question based on a commercial for a new TV series
Writing dates: September-ish 2010 – February-ish 2011.
Length: Right around 68,000
Elevator pitch: A female Soviet diplomat and an American spy must work together in post-war Paris to save the peace treaty negotiations—and her father—to forestall another world war.

What I learned from writing this book

I learned that I can still write! Or . . . not. I started with an idea I loved (still do), but I could tell the style was going to be more demanding than my previous, more conversational novels. Read: I wanted this to be more literary. That put a lot of pressure on me, so I set a goal quite low, probably 500 words a day. I didn’t want to pin myself down to too rigid of an outline. I needed to let this book take its own course and its own time, I thought.

This was my first novel since the very first to be written in first person. In fact, I did more than one first person narrator, and even added in sections with a third-person present narrator to heighten the tension but . . . this book just never worked. The longer that booked dragged out, the worse it got. I did a “Half-No” in November to add 25,000 words to it, and then I think we limped along until about February to get to its final word count.

I tried. Again and again I tried. I scrapped the middle section and tried to rewrite it. But every time I came up against a wall. To this day, I still don’t know what to do with that middle section. I really like the first couple chapters. I really like the last third or so. I really don’t know how to get from A to B. That’s a major blow to a writer’s confidence: after writing several books that did work, I somehow thought I knew what I was doing.

You never really know what you’re doing.

I still submitted the first couple chapters to contests, and at first I did well: first place. The highest score in another contest, out of all entries in all categories in the first round—in fact, out of 334 points, I got 332.

But then the final round judge, an editor at a major house, read my first few chapters and synopsis and really didn’t like them. She used an exclamation point to express how bad they were and placed my entry dead last. (It really didn’t feel like an “honorable” mention.) I pitched the book to an editor at a different house, and she was very nice and encouraging, but wasn’t interested. She offered to recommend some agents for the book; her assistant never returned my email.

Once again, I was left with a single foundering project. My other book was out on submission, but . . . I was so done. I wasn’t even sure I would be interested in accepting an offer at that point.

Then something happened to our family that only happens on television. Again, this is a whole ‘nother post, but a particularly unexpected death took place in my extended family. With that kind of suffering in the world—with the people I’ve known and loved all my life—I couldn’t face made up people and their problems.

It came down to this, I realized one day walking out of the library: I started writing because it made me happy. It wasn’t making me happy anymore. At all. So I gave myself permission, and I quit. Perhaps forever. But at least through the end of summer 2011.

I don’t know if I’d take back any book I’ve written, but if I could forget a year in my writing career, October 2010 to October 2011 would probably be it.

Have you ever quit writing?

Photo credits: Journal of Universal Rejection mug—Tilemahos Efthimiadis; quit button—Tizzie, both via Flickr & CC

Writing Life

Droughts and making time for your writing

25 February 2013 Jordan 2 Comments

This entry is part 5 of 14 in the series My writing journey

My first original novel was almost my last. Writing it had already changed the trajectory of my life (or at least my major!). But around 80 single spaced pages in (no idea on the word count; I didn’t measure that way back then!), my plot kind of fizzled and I wasn’t really sure what to do next.

Hm… Sounds a little too familiar.

After some struggling and some deleting, I eventually abandoned the novel—and, with it, my writing aspirations. That mostly had to do with 1.) aforementioned blocks, 2.) leaving my computer and the manuscript with friends while I went home (2000 mi away) for the summer and 3.) not having quite so much free time to write when I came back.

But when there was no other creative writing, no solutions for that novel, and no ideas for a new one, the doubts would creep into my mind: I’m a failure. I’m not a real writer. I’ll never finish a novel.

That writing drought lasted for over five years: through the rest of college, meeting my husband, and having our first child.

That didn’t mean I left writing entirely alone. Whenever I was really upset about something, I always needed a short story to work through my emotions. And of course, those short stories had to be highly “literary” because that’s what “real” writers wrote: literary short stories. I had no idea where they got them published, but that wasn’t my intent.

I still wanted to be an author, but somewhere in my mind I think I figured it’d be something I’d do later. After college. After my kids were in school.

Okay, I’m still not to the point where all my kids are in school, but I’ve learned something since then. You don’t have to wait to write. If you wait until the time is perfect, you’ll miss out on all the time you have now.

Making time for writing is all about making choices—sometimes hard choices, sometimes sacrifices. It’s about making writing a priority—not necessarily your top priority all the time, but putting it ahead of other things that you don’t really want as much.

In the end, however, my writing drought didn’t end because of this realization (that came later). It ended because of one particularly inspiring dream—and, I guess, another loose variation on the fanfic theme.

Have you ever quit writing for a while? Why? Come join the conversation!

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