It’s easy to finish a novel. Take “The Way Life Should Be.” I must have finished it a dozen times in the past few years.
Well, at least I thought I’d finished it. Looking back, gave up on the novel may be more accurate, though it wasn’t as obvious then as it seems now. After all, I had 70,000 words on 300 double-spaced pages full of 12-point Times Roman type.
The story was plot-driven . . . in a roundabout way.
It had characters people liked (according to my wife, and mother, and niece, and a half-dozen friends).
The setting was unique, or so it seemed.
Yet every time I finished the book and asked someone else to read it, I knew the story had holes, that some sections weren’t as polished as others, that I still needed to put more effort into the project that had taken up so much of my time for weeks and months and years.
But I wanted it to be finished!
I wanted to call myself a novelist!
I wanted to sell the book and quit my job!
So eventually I emailed an agent I’d worked with a decade before on a non-fiction project, and told her I’d just finished a mystery set in Maine. She was glad to hear from me and still not handling fiction (a practice my first effort at writing a novel may have cured). And she recommended two colleagues who were taking on new clients.
Since one of them was out of the country for a few weeks, and I was in a great big hurry, I sent it off to the other agent. She read the first three chapters and wanted to see the rest. Finally, I told myself, this was going to happen.
Only our next conversation didn’t unfold quite the way I expected. Things started out well enough, when she said I was a very good writer. She even slowed down on the “very good” part, to give it extra emphasis. But this book just doesn’t work, she continued. She didn’t have any idea what the book was about. Was it a mystery? Was it a literary novel? Was it a story about a husband and wife? She didn’t think I had any idea what the book was about, either.
“But I did read it to the very end,” she said, sounding amazed at herself.
Of course, I looked at this glass as half-full. I may have written a crappy book but at least I wrote it well enough that a publishing insider read it all the way to the end -- despite her best instincts!
And that, believe it or not, was enough to keep me going for the next two years, when I sought out readers who were a lot more critical than my family and friends, and I committed to writing a plot-driven suspense novel without stopping until I knew, deep down, that it was really finished.
Coming next: Finishing it one more time


Comments: 79
The only problem I see is that people are handing in rough draft to first edit and so on, and none of these agents have enough reading time to choose more than 1 to 2 % of what they get in the form of a query, supposedly.
You're lucky. I'm thinking about publishing through Lulu.com because of the rating it has and that they only take 25% of the book's earnings.
Do you have an agent? Do they recommend one?
Glad you persevered until you 'really finished the book'!
Yes, this does sounds awfully familiar. I finished my novel last summer and then again for the Gather contest. The positive feedback was heartening, but lots of other comments made it clear I was not done yet. I'm really looking forward to hearing more about your journey in completing "The Way Life Should Be".
Thanks for this.
Right now I'm in a place where I just have my finished (for the first time) novel tucked away, out of my sight. I swear I have "burn-out."
I have to admit a thought of it creeps into my mind now and then. But, until I'm in the right frame of mind .... (sigh!)
As a former newspaper reporter, I am so accustomed to working in small chunks rather than larger ones. Sometimes that almost defeats my purpose of writing a book-length MSS. I've edited a book, however, but that is not the same.
All the best. Enjoy the ride.
And look for Terry's series to be featured in Art Ambrosia. Thanks Terry
The process, the process, the process...then the pay-off...hey...the process is the pay-off. Oh, yeah, I see now.
Thanks for a day-brightening article!
Getting published would probably be a lot of fun also, eh?
Now that you have won this contest and are going to be published - do you NEED an agent?
Your article rings my bell. It seems that agents are reluctant to approach publishers with books that they deem as good ideas, writen well. Even though the agent likes it, they have this fear of the market place built by their own conception of what's hot and what's not. I've worked as you did many hours to finish and Polish my work, THE FEATHERY... had the same reaction. Good read, but doesn't work in the market. Strange, how it took the Gather contest's indepth review process to get what you deserved and to accomplish what litery agents failed to do. I chuckle when I think of the black feathered bird that your agent(s) are trying to digest. Also, it would be interesting to to get their reaction and I'm sure some form of their rationalization on the how and why they missed out. Could you tell us about that agent rationalization and reaction to your contest win and ensuing publication in a future article? Best, Bill
You tease...you post an article about finishing your book...and then you don't finish the article???
Why, I oughtta...
Don't leave us hangin' buddy. Great read, I can't wait to read to the end!
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We all having something we want/need to tweak, change, rewrite, delete, add... We just need to do it!
Can't wait to read what you write next....
I humbly consider it a good year when I gum up the courage to write a letter to the editor and find it was published.
Now I ask everyone here. I dressed up as a frog, and a friend wore a divers suit. I wanted to come chasing my friend, who I called "Mama" across the stage between the short pieces being presented. Even the Directer would only let me do it once. Now this was the time of Laugh In. I mean, REALLY. If I rode a tricylcle across stage and fell over, that would be funnier than a frog mistaking a diver for her biological mother? But no matter what I did, tried, wrote, sang (I was told my voice sounded like a frogs. So why wasn't my mini skit perfect?). Anyway, at my first class in college we were asked to describe someone we knew. That was it. Homework. So I described my friend, 'Cabin Frank'.
The day after I'd handed it in, the professor came into the classroom and first thing began reading my story. I blanched. I knew I was in for a hard time. I could hear clanging in my hear, like the the bell of a church calling me to my funeral. I attemtpted to slide under the table.
The fellow next to me, who I considered old compared to my 27 or so years, and who was probably younger than I am now, kept pulling me back into my chair, saying, "how did you do that" "what?" I hissed attempting to uncurl his fingers from my arm. "Your story. How did you do that." I had no idea what he was saying except he sounded a whole lot like my friends and family growing up. "How on earth do you survive being so stupid," is what I heard. So when the professer said "now this could be a story in the book we are reading," I swear my mouth was open and I must have been drooling like an idiot. She was speaking a foreign language. To end this saga, for the next ten years I was pushed higher and higher thru entrance hoops to grander more exclusive schools. I had planned on a two year degree as an alcohol counselor. The idea was that I would professionally write. Well, I fooled them. I got a graduate degree as a therapist, pulling a three sixty, just completing the circle back to human services on higher ground. I stopped writing; stopped the arts all to gether. I didn't believe a word of what they had told me. I still didn't know grammer and thus I couldn't write. I had fooled three schools, no four, into allowing me in. My Magna Cum Laude honour was a mistake and on and on. Now, twenty odd years later, after having an accident that has slowed my life down considerably in the past four years, I am beginning to write again. Funny thing tho. I can't stop.
Keep in touch with all of us.
Blessings
Feedback is important, I get all my family and friends to read over my stuff too. I would respect their opinion much more than some agent who barely even glances at your work.
The article is great. I can see why you're a successful nonfiction writer. I can't relate to fiction except with awe at your courage at undertaking it. Can't wait to see the published book but, in the meantime, I will be so happy to read your articles about the process. Thanks. Bobbi
(I don't even peek at the last page to see how it ends!)
Now, if only I could stay focused long enough to write more than an article, THAT would be something!
Keep at it, and tell me when the book comes out.
Blessings
Marcia D
I started another book in February, and felt like I was well into it when I entered the Gather contest. Since then, I've had very little time to work on it, but am still plugging away when I can.
I have a play I've been working on since 2002! Every single time I'm convinced I've finished the final edit . . .well you know the drill. This year I'm working with a group of fellow playwrights on editing our works. I hope this will be the last time. How many times has it been edited you may ask? Not a clue but I know it's more than 10!
I wish you the best of luck.
I wanted to say that the literary agent gave you great advice. Too often I read (yes!) published books where the writer doesn't seem to know what they are trying to do with the book, which does not a happy reader make. I think that agent truly pointed you in the right direction. Ok, you had to do all the hard work, but how many more years would you have spent without that comment? That is why self-publishing is a dead-end road for most writers, in my opinion. Publishing professionals are there to help writers. They are just overwhelmed with work that shouldn't have been submitted yet.
Blessings
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U wishing you laughter
I 'finished' writing 'a novel' about 7 or 8 years ago. I hate it now. I let a few friends read a few different drafts. One told me to send a version to her agent. It wasn't right for her. Then I sent it to another agent, who lost it. Since then I turned the beginning of 'the novel' back into the story it probably should've been. But the rest of it still sits in my closet, occasionally bugging me. And I'm still not satisfied with the story version!
You so do deserve it.
i like the way you grab us right a way, & I long to have read more.
I give you 10*
God bless
dee-dee
good luck with all you do.
Wishing all awonderful night,
Great week.
love your story Terry