I have been working on two projects lately. Well, not at the same time. I put my historical novel aside to concentrate on re-releasing my first book.
The news that my publisher had gone out of business was a blow. But after consideration, I decided not to try to find a new publisher, knowing well how long it might take for someone to take a chance on a book that had already been published. I turned to self-publishing. At least the editing had already been done by a professional!
But I needed a new cover. Now here is where having talented children comes in handy. One of my sons created a beautiful cover for me. So now I am days away from putting it out there–again. I just need to get a proof copy to be certain it is free of flaws — or as free as humanly possible.
I’m back to my historical. I’ve had feedback from my beta readers and made the changes I agreed needed made. It’s been edited by a pro. I am going over it for the umpteenth time, changing a word here or there. It is as ready as it will ever be.
But I am strangely reluctant to send it out. I look at the months of querying I did for my first two traditionally published books, the endless stream of rejections, the yearlong editing process before I held them in my hand. Can I start that process again with a new book?
It’s daunting. I could take the easy way out and self-publish (not that that is easy). But, damn it, I want the validation that comes with acceptance.
So I suppose I will be working on the synopsis and query letter in the next few weeks. beginning the process all over again.
We writers are gluttons for punishment.