The offer of a contract will never happen unless you get it out there. Obvious? Of course it is, but not for me.
My hand was about to shove the manuscript back on a dusty shelf alongside all the rest – when the niggle started. Well meaning people (you know who you are), were starting to push me to do something with it – one said
“You need to get it out there before you pop your clogs.”
Really! I’m not that old – am I?
Then I began to wonder, how much time do I have left? I could walk out in front of a bus tomorrow – if there ever was a bus…
I imagined my kids having to sort through my rubbish only to find all those (ha!) masterpieces weighed down under a blanket of cobwebs. They wouldn’t thank me for giving them so much to chuck in the skip.
The niggle grew and now in my head were shouts of:
“Get off your bum and do something with it!”
Did I really want my epitaph to read:
‘coulda, woulda, shoulda?’
I confess, its most unusual for me to listen to advice sound or otherwise, but for some reason, this time was different, and I began asking myself another series of questions.
Why would a publisher even give my novel a second glance?
Publishing is a business. They want to make money.
Why would they pay good money to print your drivel?
Okay, now I was backing myself into a corner
Do you believe in what you have written?
What is it you are afraid of?
One final push…. and still bleating…I’m not sure the whole manuscript is ready to go, not just yet…
I must have done this at least a million times before I really got started.
p.s. Major breakthrough – I sent out my enquiry.