Writing the book was easier than this...

If you've just started reading, you might be interested to know that I wrote two books this year. If you've been around for a while (I still see my one loyal follower here, but maybe there are others who have not subscribed), you are fully aware of this already. Either way, one of the books I authored was The Mayfield Family Story, a 100th anniversary legacy title from The Storyline Group, a publishing company here in Atlanta that I worked for from January to September. I was an editorial intern and was assigned, because of my desire to become an author and my experience as a writer, to be in charge of writing the story for Mayfield Dairy Farms (c'mon...I know it's mostly a Southern company, but everyone should recognize the big, yellow jugs of milk at the grocery store...), which was, I have to say, a huge honor for which I am extremely grateful (here's to you, Phil). The Mayfield Family Story is currently at the printers and should be available this month. And, boy oh boy, I can not WAIT to get my hands on a copy, to actually hold, in my hands, the result of nine months of hard work (I'm guessing this is what motherhood would feel like?). The second book I wrote is my own novel, a fiction work I'd like to believe fits somewhere in the genres of chick lit and Southern gothic, but not quite as sappy nor as dark. And this, my friends, is my struggle...

Editing. Sounds harmless enough, right? Do not be deceived! Editing one's work is like stripping it of its soul, only to have to find all the pieces (literally...sometimes I've written notes on scrap paper and I have no idea where they are anymore) and put them back together in a way that is not only plausible, but better than before. It's a tough game, to be sure, and I find myself longing for the days of just putting pen to paper (well...fingers to keys) and letting it flow. Editing means having to look back and say "Ugh, what was I thinking? How in the world did that sentence ever make sense?" It's pretty much my least favorite process in the world. And yet...

The more I go back and fix what I didn't think was broken, the better the book becomes, which would seem obvious, but I find that I am always surprised by this fact. Hopefully, it won't be too long before I'm done and I can send it off to a few agents (and by few I mean, oh say, twenty). I'm working on my query letter right now (which, so far says something like "Please like my book and ask to see it, or else I shall perish!"), but it's a little counter-intuitive to write what the book is about before I actually finish it. I'm just working through intro, the "Who is Wendi" section, what she has published (again, thank you Phil!), and why she is a great writer. Like a cover letter, only more intimidating.

With job changes, moving (again), and the holidays all around the bend, I feel like some good, steady editing could be the ticket to my sanity, if I let it.

Wendi

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