A finished manuscript!
Last time I wrote, I was celebrating that I was done writing. Today, I’m happy to report that I’m done with editing and that I’ve started compiling a list of literary agents.
But I’m not quite ready to send my manuscript off yet. My novel has to pass the ultimate test—my brother. See, he can spot inconsistencies a mile away. He’s the bloodhound of plot holes.
So once he reads it and offers any final edits…. Well, then it will be the time to start writing queries and sending them out.
And doing a A LOT of finger-crossing.
But progress is definitely happening—more progress than has happened in years. It is both exhilarating and terrifying. I’ve worked on this manuscript for about a year and a half. The story itself means a lot to me—and is, actually, a pretty solid reflection of myself.
And to put that out into the world? To hope that people get what I was trying to say? That they like it? Or, if they don’t, that they at least recognize the work and ideas I put into it?
But we can’t let fear lead our lives. My dream since the fourth grade has been to be a published author.
And, to quote my favorite character Aizawa from My Hero Academia: “There’s nothing crueler than letting a dream end midway.”
And I won’t let that happen. Wish me luck,