It Will Happen #Write #Writing
Adding pressure to my workload can go two ways; either I self-combust (highly likely due to my erratic behaviour) or I hurtle towards a massive goal.
I’m hoping for the latter because the combust part sounds painful.
Still feeling ‘awesome’ since the Festival of Writing, and finding greater belief in my current WIP, I want more than ever to clinch a literary agent. There’s hunger in this belly. There’s might in my fist. There are fidgeting toes in my shoes.
Hey – I know that nothing is a given. So I’ll be tightening my current manuscript with extra care and attention. Tweaking has been a pleasure as there’s little to change in the plot. Just got to make sure the narrative doesn’t fall beyond the protagonist’s 16-year-old voice.
(Best tip is to read aloud).
Below is my road-map, subject to change/alteration, or acts of force that cripple the world or an alien invasion. All possibilities must be considered.
Plan A is what happens if there’s no success with the Agents.
Plan B is unpredictable – but my preferred option. Once I get an agent, I’ll be singing from a new rule book, and my destiny becomes unscripted.
Plan C is me exploring Open Submissions with Publishers.
November is a big month. I’ll be ready for it.
Of course, submitting with Christmas not far off might mean that my manuscript gets overlooked, but I’m hoping that my relationship with agents and the ‘oh it’s him again’ helps them to consider me.
However – as always – it all depends on the manuscript. No good plot, words, character, prose, and more are key.
I’m aiming high.