This week’s winner is Sarah! Thanks to everyone who commented. I particularly enjoyed this week’s comments — we’ll have to brag about ourselves more often. I might be off next weekend, because I’m taking the Kidlet on a trip. But stay tuned for more Friday fun!
p.s. I bought myself this shirt for my treat.
Being a writer is strange, y’all. I am wrapping up what I think will be the last big redrafting of the naked beekeeper book, aka Truly, to turn into my editor on Monday. This book has now been through four full drafts: three on my own before I turned it in and one with feedback from my editor. I suspect it’s going to move into line edits now, then copyediting, and then it will be off on its own, with no more input from me.
Reading it today, I am certain it’s the best thing I’ve ever written. I am so excited about it. I can’t wait for you to read it . . . in eleven months.
Meanwhile, lots of people have been emailing me and tweeting at me and Facebook commenting me and writing Goodreads reviews and web reviews about Along Came Trouble, which I drafted nearly two years ago, and which I got to the fifth-draft point — about where I am now with Truly — fifteen months ago.
I used to be a very obsessive knitter, and I made a lot of things from my own designs. Knitting a sweater from scratch to your own design is a pretty slow process. If you knit as much as I did, which was probably about three hours a day, it still takes three or four weeks. And that’s if everything goes right, which it never does. And then the sweater is done, and it’s awesome, but it’s also imperfect, and you never really get over the imperfections. You always wish you’d done it better. But at least you have the sweater, you know?
I was talking to my husband yesterday about what a strange experience it is to be reviewed at all, and he was comparing it to receiving teaching evaluations, which he gets every semester. And in many ways it is like receiving teaching evaluations — except on a class you taught three semesters ago. What are you supposed to do with that feedback? You have moved on, of course. You are trying new things. You hope people will like them, and you’re looking forward to finding out. In three more semesters.
None of this is bad, of course. It’s just one of those weird time-lags involved in being an author. (See also: getting paid.) But it reminds me, today, that I have to stop and celebrate this moment now, rather than wait for the book to come out in March of next year and then really celebrate. Because I worked very, very hard on it. My critique partners worked hard on it. I’m proud of it. SO proud.
But in thirteen months, it will be what I was doing last year. I will have moved on to new things. I will read reviews with slight detachment, wondering why people think this or that thing about that book when I am writing this book now, and it is, of course, the best thing I’ve ever written.**and also the worst, depending on when you ask me
In the online knitting community, when you finish a big project, you do a finished object post. You take nice, yarn-pornish pictures and post them, and you talk about your process, and you celebrate.
I can’t take any pictures of my manuscript for you, but maybe this can be the next best thing. I think I will buy myself a little treat. And then soon, probably tomorrow morning at around three-thirty a.m., I’ll get to work on the next book.
But it isn’t tomorrow yet, so let’s be proud of ourselves today. What have you made or done or accomplished that you are so, so proud of because you worked so, so hard? Brag a little. Actually, brag a lot. You deserve it.
I’ll pick one random commenter tomorrow morning to win a $10 gift certificate to Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or iTunes, winner’s choice.