It's That Time Again...
Time to spin the Wheel of Morality? No, it's time for Tony to learn another hard lesson about the world of writing!
If you haven't heard already, Line By Lion Publications has picked up Fowl Play, and the lovely people over there are hard at work making sure I haven't screwed up and making the book even better than I could do with it. Pretty freaking exciting, right?
Exciting, yes, but that's the hard part. I've never had to let a project go before, I've never had to trust that someone is going to be able to have the same (or similar) vision for the project as I have had for the past year. Since putting it into their capable hands, I've been sitting back, trying not to obsess over everything, or anything, really. So many questions, comments, concerns, insecurities, and other sundry emotions have bubbled to the surface and turned me into a nervous wreck.
(This is the point where I tell you that the people with Line By Lion have been endlessly patient with me, and they have, for which I'm immensely grateful. I'm sure I've been horrifying to work with, for realsies.)
This is a problem I've heard a few authors talk about, the having trouble letting go, but I never thought it'd be like this. To be honest, I thought i was going to be able to just ego my way through it (I'm really good at that), but that didn't work. At all. It's an incredibly vulnerable feeling, putting Fowl Play into someone else's hands.
The best way I can describe it is by comparing it to the moments in between asking "Will you marry me?" and the answer. But all the time. I know, that sounds a little exaggerated, and I admit it is, but not by a whole lot.
My only comfort - and it is a huge one - is that the people working with me on Fowl Play are professionals. They are smarter than I am, better at everything I'm worried about than I could ever be, and they have expressed enough faith in me to put effort into the book.
Now, I just need to relax and try to enjoy how freaking excited I am about this whole thing.
Anyway. I felt I needed to share. Y'all enjoy yourselves, and good luck.
If you haven't heard already, Line By Lion Publications has picked up Fowl Play, and the lovely people over there are hard at work making sure I haven't screwed up and making the book even better than I could do with it. Pretty freaking exciting, right?
Exciting, yes, but that's the hard part. I've never had to let a project go before, I've never had to trust that someone is going to be able to have the same (or similar) vision for the project as I have had for the past year. Since putting it into their capable hands, I've been sitting back, trying not to obsess over everything, or anything, really. So many questions, comments, concerns, insecurities, and other sundry emotions have bubbled to the surface and turned me into a nervous wreck.
(This is the point where I tell you that the people with Line By Lion have been endlessly patient with me, and they have, for which I'm immensely grateful. I'm sure I've been horrifying to work with, for realsies.)
This is a problem I've heard a few authors talk about, the having trouble letting go, but I never thought it'd be like this. To be honest, I thought i was going to be able to just ego my way through it (I'm really good at that), but that didn't work. At all. It's an incredibly vulnerable feeling, putting Fowl Play into someone else's hands.
The best way I can describe it is by comparing it to the moments in between asking "Will you marry me?" and the answer. But all the time. I know, that sounds a little exaggerated, and I admit it is, but not by a whole lot.
My only comfort - and it is a huge one - is that the people working with me on Fowl Play are professionals. They are smarter than I am, better at everything I'm worried about than I could ever be, and they have expressed enough faith in me to put effort into the book.
Now, I just need to relax and try to enjoy how freaking excited I am about this whole thing.
Anyway. I felt I needed to share. Y'all enjoy yourselves, and good luck.
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