I am seriously, THIS CLOSE to shelving a book.
I've worked at it and worked at it and worked at it, and I think I've made it as good as it can be without breaking it, and it's still not good enough.
I'm ready to be done.
So what does one do?
It's a good book. Writers groups, agents, editors, heck, even the occasional relative has told me so. But it's not quite good enough, and I'm about through with trying to fix it.
Do I hide it away somewhere? Somewhere where not even I have to look at it or think about all the work that went into it?
Do I publish a few copies, hand them out to close friends, and let that be it?
No writing is ever wasted, I realize that - by writing this book I have changed myself as a writer and a person. But as far as the book itself goes... what do I do? I've never had to shelve a good book before. Everything before this was ugly and I knew it was ugly. :) What do I do?
|A warehouse. Kind of like where the government keeps all the stuff Indiana Jones finds but can't use. Kind of like where we writers put the stuff we write but can't use. Y'know?|
I suppose - and this is me just supposing - that what we do with the words themselves doesn't matter nearly as much as what we do with the person who wrote them. When it's time to be done with a book - done, REALLY done - then I guess the best thing to do is to look at ourselves and smile and go, "Well, that was fun. Let's do it again."
I don't know. What do you think?