A bit of a weird post, this one, but please bear with me!
I wanted to write a post as a kind of virtual ‘bookmark’ to myself. To remind myself of this stage of my ‘story’ (sorry, terrible bookish puns will dry up eventually). It’s struck me lately that this period in my life – the run up to the publication of my first novel – is quite unlike any other time, and is possibly going to be the best bit of the whole thing. I wonder if other authors feel like this?
Allow me to explain, in case you think I’m bonkers. At the moment, The Rival has been signed off editorially, which means it requires no more work from me. Now I’m very proud of the book, but I’m also a bit sick to death of it, having read it approximately 8000 times, and worked on it for the best part of a year. All that hard slog is over now, and it’s ready to be ‘born’. It’s been edited and preened and pruned to perfection, and now all I have to do is wait for it to be unleashed on the world. And in that respect, I’m kind of in limbo.
But it’s the best type of limbo, as I’ve signed a contract, received some actual money for it (which by the way is no less of a thrill than I had hoped it’d be – someone paying you cold hard cash for something you created from nothing is absolutely awesome) and I know it will be published, which has given me a wonderful sense of validation I’ve never had before. But – and this is the critical bit – I’ve yet to bear the agony of a reviewer telling me it’s shit, or reading a GoodReads review that tells me the reader couldn’t be bothered to finish it, or find out that no one outside my family has bought a single copy.
Hopefully none of those things will happen. Or at least not all of them. But they are all possible, and have happened to much greater and more talented writers than me.
I am terrified of reviews. I wish I had the self-discipline not to read them, but of course I will. I’ll be checking every damn morning as soon as I wake up. Writing a book is so bloody achingly personal, and there’s something so painful in people telling you that something that you poured your soul into is a load of old crap. Or that your characters are unlikeable when you love them. Or that they guessed the twist (oh how reviewers love to tell you that they’ve guessed the twists! Clever old you!). I am DREADING it.
I’ve had my fair share of rejections – after all, getting a book deal is 99% about overcoming rejection and I like to think I have a pretty thick skin. As a journalist I’ve had my work edited until it’s unrecognisable and brushed off the bruises. But even though reviews are just rejections too, they’re so public, it’s somehow a different kettle of fish entirely. I am currently trying to develop tactics to stay sane when I read my first one-star review. I hope I won’t fall to pieces.
As for the book being a total flop, that’s another legitimate and massive fear. And as a control freak, it’s so hard to deal with the fact that the book’s success is not within my control at all. It’s about so many factors – timing, the market, whether or not particular retail buyers want to stock it, how the PR/marketing campaigns go…
A lot of authors have said that having your first book published can really impact your ability to write another one – as it’s so distracting and all-consuming, and confidence-knocking when you hear people tell you what you’ve written is crap. I suspect huge success is equally distracting – that immense pressure to live up to expectations with your next book. I was so conscious of this that I was determined to finish my second book before the first was published, and I have done, thankfully. But now I’m wondering if there’s time to squeeze out a third? Or how about I just push my publication date further and further into the future? Or how about it just never gets published at all, but someone just pays me to sit at home and write books? Would that be OK?
I hope this doesn’t sound too negative. It’s not meant to. I’m actually just celebrating the present moment, which really is a time of pure joy. My book is being published. I’ve achieved something I have wanted to do since I first learnt to read. And I haven’t had to deal with any of the hard stuff yet. I want to always remember how this feels – the pride of seeing my proof looking like a real book, the excitement of knowing a team of people love it and are 100% behind it. It’s a magical time, this joyful limbo. It feels a bit like being at the top of a rollercoaster, that split-second of peace before you hurtle downwards (and hopefully back up again!).