I’ve spent this weekend at the Sydney Writers Centre learning all about writing Chick Lit – something that is a concern in that I have a completed chick lit manuscript that I am trying to shop around to publishers.
Sure I had some anxiety:
Would I come out of the weekend disheartened?
Would I realise that I have wasted 100,000 words on a manuscript that simply doesn’t work?
Will I realise that I can’t write?
The outcome was exactly the opposite.
The course, taught by one of my favourite Chick Lit authors, Lisa Heidke, helped me identify just where the saggy parts of my novel are (via a 6am flash of the blinding obvious) and the inspiration to get started on my second. Even more importantly, I met some wonderful writers who are on the same journey as myself.
Whilst the content of the course was exactly as I hoped, it was Lisa’s experience that was invaluable.
When you have a dream, reality is challenging. This is a hard life and the rewards, for the majority of writers, are relatively small and long in coming.
It’s difficult to structure the day, even more difficult when family and friends don’t understand that what you are doing is work with some dismissing what you are doing as your hobby, or just something “she needs to get out of her system”.
Finding a publisher is like standing on a desert island and hurling messages in bottles into the tide knowing that the likelihood of a response is minimal, and a positive response even smaller.
The temptation is constantly there to retreat to what I know- the comfort blanket and guaranteed cashflow of corporate life. Yet somehow, this is still what I want to be doing.
Speaking of which- I have a word target that needs to be met!