Thursday was Candlemas, which means several things:
- It’s spring! At least, it is according to the medieval calendar, which I’m choosing to follow. Having lost most of January to illness (two rounds of this flu-like virus that’s been afflicting people across the country, as I hear) and only got back to normal this past week, it feels like a good time for new beginnings.
- I’ve put the crib away at last.
- Speak Its Name has been out for a whole year.
I’m pleased with what it’s done during that year. It’s sold. It’s sold to people I don’t know. It’s had excellent reviews, from people I don’t know and from people whose judgement I trust.
I, meanwhile, have become much more confident. These days I admit to writing! These days I think nothing of contacting random bloggers and offering review copies or guest posts.
And I’ve got the first draft of the next book down. That’s not bad going for a year’s work.
In the interests of honesty I have to admit that I’m just coming out of a gigantic wibble about the next book.
It was a twofold wibble:
- Who am I going to upset with this? I remember worrying about upsetting people with Speak Its Name, and if I did upset them they never told me. I’m addressing the possibility by asking friends with relevant experience to read the thing.
- What if it’s not as good as Speak Its Name? This, of course, is the flip side of getting good reviews for Speak Its Name: I end up convinced that I’m never going to do anything so good ever again. Of course it stands to reason a first draft of one thing isn’t going to be as good as the final version of the previous thing, but you try telling that to my brain.
Maybe I’ll get over my gigantic wibbles with experience, or maybe the occasional gigantic wibble is just part and parcel of writing.
Or maybe it was just the end of the flu.
3 thoughts on “The first year”
You have my empathy with the virus. We’ve had it in my team at work, it goes, it comes back. We haven’t felt our best since October half term.
Yay to Spring. I sat out on the decking for a short while today and the sun felt warm. Such a wonderful feeling to close my eyes, listen to the birds singing along with warmth on my face 🙂
Good luck with beating that first draft into shape Kathleen. Sounds like a productive year to me.
Thank you! I spent several weeks too scared to look at it, and of course when I finally summoned up the courage it wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it was.
The virus is miserable, isn’t it? I hope you and the team can shake it off before too long.
It’s always good to stand back and let it breathe isn’t it! Thank you.