“I feel weird. I feel like the end of summer. Everything is too warm but fading away. And I’m really tired.” Centaury, The Winter Passing
It feels like it’s only been two minutes since I revealed to the world (ok, to my corner of the Internet) that I had written my first novel and given myself a pen name. In fact it’s been more like two months since I posted about doing this thing that scared me and my reasons why.
And it’s been a wonderful two months – still scary, but exhilarating and creative too. I’m still a bundle of self-doubt but am gaining confidence in my writing and the story I am telling right now. It’s led to some really exciting ‘I never thought this was possible’ stuff and associated celebrations, some marvellous and funny conversations with my beta readers and light shining brighter on what my future might hold.
I want to share some of this stuff in a bit more details with you:
- The Winter Passing has been through a couple of readings by beta readers. I can’t thank those people enough (from the one who read the whole novel in a couple of hours to the one who hasn’t made it through the first chapter but has told me helpful things all the same). It’s a complete story in itself although I’m really aware I still have some editing to do.
- It hasn’t just been read by beta readers and people that know me. It’s been off on a little journey to a couple of publishing houses too. And it fared well. Really well. Better than I could have ever dared hope. There have been heart-racingly exciting conversations and some grown up looking at contracts. My book, started almost by accident and created in a flood of words, was deemed Good Enough to be published. No-one is more amazed or delighted by this as I am.
- But, my book isn’t ready. My story isn’t told. So those offers have been turned down for now (although massive thanks to the editorial panels at the publishing houses for their time in considering my novel and for offering contracts and advice). Maybe I am making a huge mistake and letting a one-off opportunity pass. I’m at peace with that. It’s taken the summer, and those offers, to know that it isn’t quite time right. Nearly, but not quite.
- Because something rather lovely happened in July. Although The Winter Passing is a complete story and can be read alone, my beta readers fell in love with the characters and the world and they asked me if there would be more. They started to ‘what if’ me. And then I started to ‘what if’ myself. I decided to jump down another rabbit hole and see what happened to some of the characters after that first novel.
- What happened is this: The Winter Passing got a sibling, The Ides. The second story, in what I think is a trilogy (working title is currently the Aubade trilogy), is now complete in first draft form (yes, since July I’ve written another book-length story. It’s utterly bonkers but somehow true). The Ides will be going out to beta readers this week and I’m excited to hear whether this think these characters, and their longer story, work for a second book.
The most important bit out of all this – more vital to me than publication – is that I am still enjoying writing and I’m still turning up to do it each day. That my imagination is revealing things to me all the time and that, just like with The Winter Passing, in The Ides I have written a story that I would like to read.
What next? I don’t really know, but that doesn’t worry me because I haven’t really had a plan so far and I’ve had the most amazing journey over the last six months.
I’m now going to take at least a month off writing fiction (mostly because the rest of my life has some big moments coming up) and then think about what feedback I get on The Ides to see where I go next.
Wherever that is I’m enjoying learning about my own ability as a writer and finding that maybe I’m good enough to have my words, my stories, published one day.