Unfortunately, I’ve come to the realisation that I won’t have my short novel out by Christmas. Despite my stated aim being: start it in August and have it published in December; I’m not going to make that self-imposed deadline.
Drat and double drat!
I’ll be honest I’m more than a tad disappointed. It’s what I’ve been working towards the last two months and to fail is really annoying.
Mrs Jameson did soothe my creased brow by pointing out that it started as a novella and then more than doubled in length. Of course there was going to be a lot more work.
My wife is lovely!
The thing is I will finish the book next month, but I’m not going to be able to get it edited properly in time. A quick run-through yes, but nothing that’s going to make it the best it could possibly be.
Obviously, I want this book to be the best it can possibly be!
Being quick is one thing, but it’s useless if the product I put out isn’t good enough. I want to make it good enough. More than good enough, and that requires more editing time than I’d allowed.
And if I step back and look at it rationally, then I can acknowledge that’s fine. All of this is a learning curve, and I still have a long way to do before I know what I’m capable of.
On the bright side it means I’ll certainly have two novels to publish next year, and if they’re both good and sell well, then this feeling of despondency right now will have been worth it.
Fancy a free FRJ short story? There’s one right here.