The Dangers of thinking about Publishing too soon
I watched the last episode of season five of Supernatural last night. (Again!) A character called Chuck, who is a prophet and writes what he sees, that being the adventures of Dean and Sam, talks about endings. He says-
‘Endings are hard. Any chapped-ass monkey with a keyboard can poop out a beginning, but endings are impossible.’
Ending my first book was easy. I don’t know what a ‘chapped-ass’ monkey is, but, whatever it is, I must be a lesser creature. I can’t poop out a beginning that I’m fully happy with. Even marginally happy with.
But endings? I find endings easy. In fact, the last page of my first book has never and will never be edited. It doesn’t need to be. It arrived on the page in a ray of perfection. For those of you who know I’m writing a series, two actually, you might be thinking ‘yeah, but that’s not really the end, is it?’
No, it’s not. But I have written the end of the entire series too.
See? I’m good with endings.
So when I reached the end of my first book, and a full stop was sitting at the end of that perfect ending, well, naturally I was feeling pretty damn epic. I’m going to go ahead and say godly. Or goddessly… And I was thinking about publishing.
Of course, it’s really thousands of words before the end that thoughts of what’s next creep in. When you can see the end in the distance, who can help look beyond? And who knows, when it’s their first book, that they shouldn’t peak past the finish line?
Writing is a rainbow, and publishing is the pot of gold that might be at the end. The problem is, that pot is back on the ground. The rainbow is up in the air, away from the world. It’s colourful and beautiful and truly miraculous. It’s basked in sunlight and bordered by rainclouds at the same time. But once you look at that pot, you begin to descend. You leave that writing heaven. You’re on the downward slope, and the world pours back in.
But a rainbow is a curve, isn’t it? So you start at the bottom and scene after scene carries you up and over. Surely the last chapters are on the downward slope, and the end is at the end?
The end is not the end.
You think you’re finished your book? Think again. There are several hundred types of ‘finished’ in writing. First draft, rewrite, edit number one, edit number two…
Writing the book, beginning to end, is the easy part. Finishing the story is easy. Especially when perfect endings land the page. But having it be finished?
Finished, as in nothing else to do?
Finished, as in ‘Here you go, Mr. Agent! Three chapters, and the rest is waiting.’
Finished, as in waiting for a request for the full manuscript is like waiting for the results of an exam you know you aced.
Finished, as in you think about your book and your mind sighs with happy, proud, relief.
Would knowing just how hard it is to get published help you get there? Would knowing the statistics, the facts, the hard truths, really propel you towards that ultimate FINISHED line? Would knowing what is and is not wanted, what’s hot in the market, what’s commercial, be of any benefit at all?
Would knowing just how amazing your book has to be help you reach your potential?
I don’t think so.
Lines that were once so clear get twisted. Suddenly you’re half trying to mould your book to what the market wants. Even though, really, who knows what the market is going to want in the future? Is the market predictable? I mean, who saw Harry Potter and Twilight coming? Wizards and vampires? Really?
By the time you’d be ready to hop on the ‘what’s hot’ train, it would have passed. And you’d be left, standing alone in a wasteland, clutching your out-of-date ticket. Or not alone. Surrounded in isolation by the thousands who missed it too.
For me, my stories were set. I snubbed all manner of trains. But what happened to me, when I thought about publishing too soon, was the words dried up. You learn rules you didn’t want to know. Like adjectives are the Antichrist, description is death and ‘telling’ is torture. Between the odds and the rules there’s no room left for writing.
And here’s the kicker.
You weren’t finished writing. You really weren’t. There was so much more to do. Parts to flesh out, sections to cut, scenes to write in. There were knots to untangle, holes to fill, new depths to dig. So right after the first finishing of your book is a terrible time to lose the ability, or dare I say the will, to write. Losing it before you reach the end is even worse.
There is a time to explore the publishing world. Time to eye-up that pot of gold, throw it wink and eyebrow waggle. That time is after your first full edit. After the rewrite, if you need one. After you’ve made your book everything you wanted it to be.