I just hit 75,019 words.
I have much work left to do, but I have achieved more than I ever really considered possible. I started this story 9 years ago. I played with it in college and then let it languish at a paltry 36 pages for seven long years. I was inspired to finish it during the 10 year anniversary of that winter spent on an Arizona guest ranch. I worked at the story over the spring and felt my story was done at 56 thousand words. I then got it up to 62 thousand words and thought I could be finished. At the writing conference in October, I found out that in order to be marketable to large publishing houses, I would need to have at least 75,000 words. I set out to hit that mark. In 9 weeks I wrote 13 thousand words. But I didn’t just write words. I developed my characters, I deepened my love for this story, I grew my confidence, I told more people, I asked for more support, I asked people to spread the word.
I have no idea where this road leads, but I absolutely LOVE being on it. I love sharing what’s inside with you all. My ultimate goal is to see these words published. I’ll try to go big. I’ll submit queries to agents. And if that doesn’t work out, I will approach smaller, independent publishers. If that doesn’t work, then I will self-publish.
Even though I have hit my goal of word count, I am nowhere near finished. I still have some loose ends to tie up in the story. I need to edit it. Then my wonderful husband will edit the story. Then I will push it out to my beta readers to read and edit my baby. When all of the suggestions have been filtered through, when all of the changes, updates, grammar issues and errors have been corrected, when I’ve read and re-read the story so many times I am absolutely sick of the damn thing and am ready to throw it away, THEN I will begin the query process.
I’ve already gained so much from this experience. Rome wasn’t built in a day; my readers certainly aren’t going to discover me in three months. I am not a patient person, but I am learning how to accept the process as it unfolds and in its own time. I have learned that the number of views on my blog is no bearing on the quality of my writing. I have accepted that as long as I know I produced something from my heart, I can do no more. But I’ll never stop looking at the statistics, and they aren’t too shabby for a budding blog.
If you’re reading this, thank you. God bless your literate mind and supportive heart.