Last night, I put my novel on sale at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Kobo. It was the completion of a four to five week process that started with a break up, and hopefully finishes with me becoming a best selling author. (Ha! In my dreams!)
One of the things I knew had to happen to my book before I published it was editing, because I have a tendency to switch tense and drop entire words out of sentences. Self editing NEVER catches those kind of things, because I always knew what I was saying in my head.
So, I posted on here, and on facebook, about needing an editor for my novel. I couldn’t pay them, but I could make sure their name was in the liner notes. I got a couple bites, and began sharing my google doc to those who said they could help.
So the edits started… they came pouring in, and by Wednesday, I was practically ready to scrap the novel and start again. You see, I had already ran through it for content multiple times, so almost every edit was:
“You forgot a word here.”
“Is this really the word you want to use?”
“Your tense in messed up.”
Every day I would log in to my email and find another batch of 40 or so edits to my novel, and I was starting to think that I was the most horrible writer in the history of writers. In fact, yesterday morning, I almost unshared my document completely and scrapped the book. Sure, I had already created the website and pimped it on twitter, but I couldn’t take another little ego blow like the comment box which was screaming at me, “You are horrible at this, why do you think you can even write a novel maggot?!” (FYI – the comment box has a drill Sargent type voice.)
And it’s not like some miracle occurred where this feeling went away either. Instead, I got an email from one of my editors, Terry, who said he was complete. He was done. He had finished. All I had to do was make it through the last chapters of edits and my book would be complete, and finished. When I finally reached the final edit, which required a total rewrite of the last paragraph of the book, I was shocked. I had survived my first editing process. The hell of being told the million tiny ways you suck was over.
Last night, I read through the final copy. It was smoother, had less errors, and I knew that all the editing was worth it. But man – it sucked.
I’ve submitted my novel to Barnes and Noble, Amazon and Kobo. It will be available on Monday, October 15th exactly like I planned. Now it’s onto the next book in the series. Thank god you have writing time before you have to get edited again.