What’s the hardest part about writing a book? Well, after working on one for three years (that’s 1,095 days) I can now confirm that it is not the Carpal tunnel syndrome in your fingers. It is not the constant need to change batteries in your keyboard. It’s not having your eyes bug out of your head after 10 straight hours of typing. It’s not getting stuck on a section that isn’t going anywhere, keeping a storyline coherent for 200+ pages, coming up with another word for “however,” or finally deciding on a title that’s already been taken.
It’s not any of those things, actually.
What it is, however, is releasing your finished product into the hands of the wild. By this, I mean sending it out to those (agents, publishers, sadists, etc.) who can actually do something with it.
Let me explain. You take your brain-child, wrap it up in a tiny bow, hand it off to perfect strangers, and say “Here, hope you like it.” Meanwhile, you sit at home for 6-8 weeks with enormous amounts of something called “free time” and wait for a response, which (for me) usually looks something like this:
Breathless at times.
Useless at times.
I just wasn’t gravitating to it.
This isn’t right for me.
I’ll have to pass.
After much consideration,…
It’s the equivalent of hearing your baby isn’t cute, or you look fat in the dress that made you feel skinny, or that all of your coworkers threw up after they ate your famous red velvet cupcakes. It’s harsh, unrelenting at times, and it resets your self-worth to zero. In other words, it’s Regina George x 1,000 on a Wednesday when she’s wearing pink.
But just when I was about to second guess myself, I heard this:
That’s right. I received a yes from a publisher on my manuscript, 86′d. And not only was it a yes, it was a resounding yes. A hell yes. The type of yes a New York Times bestseller gets. That kind of a yes.
All it takes is one. One person to see your vision. To feel your spirit. To stay up until 3:30 in the morning turning the pages in a book you wrote as they laughed, cried, and shook their head in disbelief. To be warmed in their heart and compelled to contact you and say: Yes.
Stay tuned. But in the meantime, if this isn’t 40 under 40 material, I don’t know what is