Out There

I finally did it. I finished my middle grade sci-fi novel. Not only finished it, but placed my little darling carefully and lovingly up on the very edgiest edge of the nest and gave it just the slightest little PUSH.

Will it catch a gust of wind and soar to amazing heights? Will it sputter and flutter only to be spotted and then devoured and spit out, a partially digested snack for the cattiest of feline agents? Will it drop like a rock and just lie there kicking and weeping in the dirt? Or will it shoot straight up into space like a rocket and leave me choking on fumes and wondering what the heck happened?

It took me years to go from that first small kernel of an idea about a kid and a bit of science magic to realizing that it was more than just a short story to actually believing I could write an entire novel. Once I had set that goal for myself I kept writing, revising, writing some more, revising some more. And in those last few months: revising, revising, revising till I was almost ready to strangle the thing (not really), and then revising some more and then finally feeling like I was ready for someone else to see it.

Of course, after getting amazing feedback from a few writer friends (mostly about my seemingly random choice of verb tenses at times) I was again revising and revising and revising. And then finally: DONE.

And now, after the briefest of celebrations, I’m out there.

 

 

I made sure I met the “You Must Be This Tall to Ride” requirements and now I’m waiting in line for the biggest rollercoaster in Queryland.

My plans are to hang on tight and try not to barf.