Island Life, Word Birds & Process
There is an ‘in between place’ writers’ inhabit. It takes various forms: the one separating the initial idea & the execution of a first draft. The one between drafts, the forays into research that tip over into sneaky trips round social media. And those we give names to: writer’s block, procrastination, ‘real life’ (as if writing wasn’t.) We hover in the spaces between chapters, between words. We dither in edit mode, take half a day to decide if a paragraph stays or gets consigned to the Dead Darlings file.
Eclipsing each of these is a place we find ourselves once the story is done. Our best endeavour – edited to a fault & printed out on top quality Bright White – is submitted, offered up, let go, relinquished.
It can be an oddly dark space this one – furnished with anguish & the shreds of our nails, the walls lined with helpless hope. It’s the waiting room of doom where we wait while someone we almost certainly don’t know makes the crucial decision about our story & our potential future as a writer. They have temporary custody of our baby: the pristine version of our tear-stained (yes I know, pushing it now – my blog, my drama) months & more often, years of work.
In spite of it being second time round for me, the waiting remains a factor. Contract notwithstanding, there is still work to do; decisions have to be made that don’t necessarily involve me: administrative, creative, production etc. In the traditional publishing world – not least with a small press – however supportive your team, patience is the order of the day.
(Please, dear reader – with huge respect, if you are self-published don’t be tempted to insist how much easier ‘having total control’ makes the process. Consider your choice honoured!)
I love being traditionally published, I’m proud & honoured to be with a prestigious press, however small. I wouldn’t change a thing. It takes as long as it takes & while I wait for what comes next in the process, I sit in the space in between, read delicious books; scribble at book three & make notes for book four.
It’s the writing life that matters, every aspect of it, even the waiting…
Oh how I can relate to this post, Carol, even though I am right at the beginning of the writing journey. I check my emails dozens of times a day! The advice to keep on writing is the only way, I think. I look forward to receiving news when your wait is over and I can read book two. 🙂
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I relate to the email checking! Currently I’m being usefully distracted by questionnaires. One for the author pages on the new Narberth Book Fair website (which is looking swish!) the other for the Llandeilo Literary Festival website. It’s like being at school! “Turn over the page, now!”
Shall you be able to get to either Llandeilo (end of April) &/or Narberth in September? I hope so – it would be lovely to see you again. xXx
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Definitely the Narberth one, Carol. It’s an annual event in my diary now. I hope to make Llandeilo – I did last year and then travelled up to Manchester through my old haunts in Mid-Wales. Yes, I look forward to meeting up in person again, too.. X
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I am in that waiting space now, waiting on edits, cover etc. Waiting on history books, waiting to get on a plane and come back to Wales. 🙂
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Indeed – you must be so excited! I look forward to reading you very much.
Another of my other friends is about to be published – I’m urging her to *be* in that waiting place – give in to it & enjoy the process. The ‘writing’ writing will also wait… 😉
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Big, small, or in between, the waiting is never less wait-y. All we can do is keep on writing, just like you said. While we wait on the process, no one is ever going to have to wait on us!
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