Today marks 99 days until my goal date to send my novel out into the publishing world.
99 days until December 31st.
99 days of fervently editing my nowhere-near-ready novel, hoping I get it done by my goal.
It isn’t like if I don’t get it where I want it to be by then that it’s the end of the world. It’s nothing like that at all. I can always keep it, work on it some more until I’m happy, and then send it off. There’s only one problem with that. I will be studying abroad next semester, so who knows when I will have time to write cover letters, send queries, ship a few copies of my 200 page manuscript via snail mail across the Atlantic? I’m sure I will find a way to do all of these things while abroad if necessary, but the worry is still there. Worry is always here somewhere, but as my friend Josh said the other night, “Would we really be artists if we didn’t have some doubt in our work?” (Side note: I would like to revise that sentence to say, “Would we really be artists if we didn’t have some doubt in our work and conquer it?”)
So I have just a few months to see if I can finish this thing off in a total writing time of about a year and two months. The next steps are the scary full-of-waiting ones, so I am going to focus on what I need to do now, not on the fact that once my writing-child is sent off, I could have to wait a six months to a year just to hear about a rejection. In the face of that, at least right now I can do something to move forward. I can make this novel the best it can be.