Writing takes time. Lots of time.
Getting published takes time. Lots of time.
Submitting queries and manuscripts takes time. Lots of time.
This book’s taken time. Lots of time.
And by lots of time, I mean this books’s taken me 12 years to get accepted for publication.
This doesn’t mean the book that took me 12 years book is published. It means it took me 12 years that consisted of 9 months of writing it, a week where a well-respected and very dear author friend of mine read it and thought it was better than the first book I wrote (Bless you, Megan for getting through that piece of shite), a year of sitting on it, a week of my very lovely one-time critique partner Gabrielle reading it, and 9 years of sitting in a box under the bed before a writers’ weekend at Rachel Bailey’s house made me think to drag it out to see if it could be resurrected, followed by rewriting, editing and rewriting, and submitting and pitching, and submitting pitching, and submitting until….
Yes, kids, my Next Big Thing is about a motorcycle-riding albino hero who loves 60s Bubble Gum Pop. it’s called Next to You. Don’t know about a release date, seeing as I just got the ‘we’d be delighted to accept Next to You for publication’ email, but you know publishing is all about waiting.
And I can’t wait for you to meet William.