I
have been asked many times at book signings, and just around by my friends and
family on how my first experience was writing and how long it took. I have
answered many times on this, so I decided to write it out.
Writing the book.
I
found that writing the book was the easiest part of the whole process, I just
didn’t realize it at the time. It was definitely the longest part, but not the
hardest.
I
started with an idea, a thought that had come into play about a year before I
started it. A bounty hunter set in a medieval, fantasy setting. I created the
world, writing down everything that I could think of. Created portals to travel
between realms. Had a good handle on the characters. I knew exactly what was
going to happen with each character, and why.
Then
I started writing. Other than the names, pretty much everything went out the
window. Characters that were supposed to die gave me the bird and survived
their impending doom. Characters that were to live, died in a tragic but needed
way to propel certain characters. I always read articles about characters
writing themselves, but I never believed it until they did it to me.
Their
personalities came out early on. I was trying to make it more of a teen novel,
but one character changed the course of the book. I tried rewriting his scenes
but he just wouldn’t allow it to happen. He was the first character to drop the
‘F’ bomb, the first to have more of a graphic love scene (not too graphic I
suppose, but still, it was there), and became my favorite character to write.
I
was surprised on how my characters reacted and how the story unfolded. It felt
like I was floating above them the entire time, just writing down what I saw. This whole process went on for about three
months. Three months of writing just about every day for ten to twelve hours on
some days. I’d even get home from my full-time job and write for three or four
hours. It was long and intense, and drove my fiancée crazy, but the results
were amazing.
Self-Editing, oh the
dreaded editing.
Self-Editing,
how I loathe thee. I even wrote a post on my blog about how much I truly hate
self-editing. It’s long and takes almost as long as writing the damn story. I
mean come on now, who really wants to search for their own mistakes all the
time?
During
the writing process, I thought I was nailing the grammar and punctuation of it
all. Oh, how wrong I was. I read it and was like, “What the hell was I thinking
here?” After I was done, I handed it over to my fiancée. This was the first
time I had ever let someone read it.
I
was nervous to say the least, she was annoyed. She read it, with me looking
over her shoulder almost the entire way (like now). I put so much work into
this that I couldn’t bear what she was going to tell me, or find. After a few
days of me harping she finished it.
I
got it back littered with the red markings of Track Changes. I was mortified, I
thought I did an amazing job editing just to find out I suck at it. Good news,
everyone is terrible at self-editing, so don’t worry about it. I went through
it, made some changes, rejected some suggestions and in the end, there were
still issues.
So
I went through it again. Changing, fixing, rewriting, and then she hits me with
a bomb. I have a plot hole. I have failed as a writer. “I’m just going to scrap
the whole fucking thing,” this is truly what I said. At first, I was mad at her
for pointing it out. How dare she do this to me? I’ve spent months writing
this, and now I have this major hole in the entire plot.
Then,
after realizing it’s not her fault, I got through my angry panic and I sat down
to figure out how to fix this major road block. After all, this is why I had
her read it first. I relaxed when I was able to fix it with three sentences. I
couldn’t believe it, three sentences to fix it all. Whew, crisis averted! Next
was my BETA readers.
BETA Readers, a must.
I
had many people ask me, what are you working on? When can I read it? How much
longer is it going to be? Shut the fuck up or I’m going to smack you in your
fucking face, uh, I mean soon and it’s a book.
BETA
Readers are one of the most vital steps an author can take. They help you
determine if all the time you’ve spent writing was worth it. I had ten people
lined up, that’s friends and family of course. I sent it out to them, with a
disclaimer stating to have it back to me within one month with what you thought
of it in detail and you’ll get a free autographed copy of my book once it’s published.
Now,
BETA Readers need to stay focused. I had to stay on top of them a bit and the
ones I lined up no longer had the time to put in it. I stopped harping on them
and turned my focus to the ones still reading it.
I
asked them many questions throughout the process, getting responses like “Leave
me alone, I’ll email you when I’m done.”
“Who
are you again, just kidding, like I could forget.” Regular comedians they were.
In the end, only about four of them sent back a response, which, from my
understanding, is typical. I got a lot of positive feedback. Some negative, but
that’s how we grow as writers. If you can’t accept the bad and learn from it,
then you’re in the wrong line of work.
I
thank all of my BETA Readers. They were extremely important in the process and
I couldn’t have done it without them.
Cover design, my bad.
I
found the cover design to be a tricky situation. I can’t color, let alone draw,
to save my life. I needed help but I was broke. “My brother is a talented
artist, I’ll ask him.” He was more than happy to do it but told me he’s super
busy with work. He runs his own construction business if you were wondering, if
not, whatever you know now.
Anyway,
I gave him the details on what I wanted and he went to work on it, kind of. He
got really busy. I started hassling…months went by and still no cover. He was
doing it for free so I can’t complain about this, to him anyway (if he reads
this it’s going to be “Look here fuck stick,” or something along those lines.)
He finally found some time to work on it. His art work was great but there was
something wrong with it. Something was missing. The portal looked weird, it
needed a stand instead of being free floating. “Told you so,” is what he
basically said and he didn’t have the time to help change it or start over,
which was fine. He did more than I could ask for. To be honest he did exactly
what I asked for. I just apparently didn’t know what I wanted.
“A
new artist, oh no, I don’t have money. This is going to cost me, what do I do?”
Then a friend came up to me, “Hey, I have an artist for you. They owe me money
so I’ll have them do it for free.” I was taken back by his generosity. I didn’t
know what to say. He put us in contact. I ended up giving her full artist discretion,
which I didn’t give my brother at all, my bad. Sorry, kind of set him up for
disaster on that one. You live and learn.
So,
my artist comes in and makes this amazing painting, but it won’t fit on a
cover. It won’t upload or anything. “Dammit, what am I going to do?” Same
friend swoops in (he was my savior with the cover so yes he swooped.) and does
some cool things with Photoshop. He wouldn’t accept a single payment for it
either. Next go around he won’t have a choice in the matter.
Cover
done, I’m ready to publish…wrong. What do I have left? My fiancée suggests I
follow through with a professional editor.
Editing, of the
professional kind.
How
was I going to afford a professional editor? I mean hell, they can cost
hundreds, if not thousands of dollars and I was sitting there with like fifty
bucks. I know…Kickstarter. Let me tell you, if you don’t have a following or
money for advertising, you’re not going to have a successful Kickstarter campaign.
At least, that was my experience anyway.
All
of a sudden I got a message from someone who donated to my cause. She was an
editor and didn’t charge an arm and a leg, which is great because I like having
two of each. I talk it over with my banker (that’s another thing I call my fiancée)
and I send off my manuscript to some unknown person.
She
was professional and made a ton of corrections, I was thankful. At this point I
also had a lot of experience understanding that I may not be the best
self-editor, I might possibly be the worst, so I wasn’t as mortified seeing all
the red. It was like looking at a slasher movie. I made changes then sent a
payment and the manuscript, again.
In
a timely manner, she sent it back to me, and I sent my final payment. She
allowed me to make payments. This was super helpful and allowed me to get a professional
edit on my book. A huge life saver for myself and my book. Finally, I was done
with it all.
How long and what did I
learn?
So
how long did this take me? From start to finish it took me about a year and
half to two years to get to publishing. For my next novel, I don’t think it’ll
take me as long, fingers crossed.
Everything
I learned in this process was necessary. I didn’t realize how much went into it
all. The big thing I learned is that if you give someone a deadline and they
don’t make it, find someone else. It’s probably better for both of you anyway.
No reason to keep harping on them to finish something they don’t have time to
do.
I
want to thank everyone again on how much they truly helped me.
I
guess the work is never really done. My next step, marketing, but that’s
another article down the road.