Last night I went to an alumni event for my old University, something I’ve been wanting to get to at least once for the last several years. I encountered a couple of friends, from one of the societies I was part of, and one of them mentioned he’d recently remembered he bought my book when I first published it and then never read it.
Generally my response would be to bother him about not reading it, but after the editing process I’ve been going through my response was ‘Oh, thank god, don’t read it for at least six months, I’ll be done editing by then.’
Looking back I feel like I rushed to get my book out in the world, to have it up on kindle and available to buy. Well, no one has really bought it, so I don’t feel so bad, but in the time since the original publication, my writing has changed and evolved so much that I look at it now and I think so much of it is written almost childishly. I have expanded the story into a second novel and two short stories, and I am currently editing them all for continuity with one another, and also just for…better words.
I enjoy people telling me they’ve liked a story I’ve written, something I get a good amount on my fanfiction writing, but when it comes to writing that I created, that aren’t just me playing with someone else’s characters, I’m always so terrified. It’s so much easier to play with something someone else has already built, it’s easier to have confidence in your writing. I’ve found when it’s my own creation, I always second guess myself at every decision, dialogue, you name it.
I have one project I started outlining over a year ago, with no expectations of coming close to even half a story for another five years at least. I don’t work on it every day, of course, I revisit it once a month or so, work on it for a week, then let it sit. I’m proud of it so far, but I’ve written four chapters I think, and the plan expands across 3-5 books. Shorter, yes, 80-100k each, not 250k per book, but still, it is a big story and I only know the basics. I still haven’t shared it with anyone at all.
One day, I want to be proud of my work and be able to re-read it and not be constantly picking it apart. I don’t think this is actually possible, I think the idea of being able to do that is an absolute myth, since we are our own worth critics, but still. I can dream, can I not?