Long time, no talk (blog?), my friends! I’m finally out of my editing cave and I recently finished my first final galley.
My very first final galley.
And I need a therapy session, so I’m taking it out on you. *cackles*
When I received my first round of edits in my inbox, I was fired up. I was like, “YES, LET’S DO THIS!” and I opened that doc and I plowed through that round like a beast, making all the changes and sending it right back to my (superb) editor. I was pleasantly surprised at the lack of red. I was like, “Oh, wow, I guess I’m GOOD, haha!”
Then I got the second round.
And there was red. LOTS of red. Bloody freaking red extravaganza.
Not so good after all, dumbass.
So I swallowed my pride and plowed through the second round, learning so much throughout the process that it made up entirely for my bruised ego. Then I sent it back, knowing my MS was infinitely better for it. Soon after, I received the final galley.
THE FINAL GALLEY.
Now, don’t get me wrong, minimal changes were made to the galley. But that’s when the panic set in.
This is it.
The last round.
The last round before the entire world sees it. THE ENTIRE WORLD.
As I went through that last round, I couldn’t rid myself of this chokehold of anxiety. I started to second-guess myself over and over, and the doubts settled over me in a thick, suffocating blanket. This story is dumb, the writing is dumb, you are dumb, THE WHOLE BOOK IS DUMB, AHH! But I kept my head down and crawled my way through it. By the end, I fell in love with the story again (no, really, I did), and it was ready.
I shipped it back to my (did I mention superb?) editor, clicking that “SEND” button with a melodramatic tap of my keyboard.
This was it. It was over.
Next stop on this crazy train: promotion.
Shortly afterwards, I revealed my cover and had a giveaway, and that’s when shit really started to get real. My family tracked down my writer alter-ego on the internet and my husband started talking to everyone about it. People I never thought would be remotely interested in my book have been reaching out to me, injecting a fear so potent through my veins that I’m paralyzed by the response.
OM freaking G.
People are actually getting excited.
And even though I’m terrified as all hell, I’m excited too. Maybe this book will make a difference to someone. Maybe someone will relate to my hero and heroine, maybe it’ll stay with people long after they finish reading it, maybe it’ll stir some controversy (good or bad). Even if it’s just a form of pure, mindless entertainment, it’s going to be out there, and I have to brace myself for whether people love it…
…or hate it.
But one thing is certain, I’m blessed to have the opportunity to share it with you, dear reader, whether or not you pick it up, whether you love it or hate it, or regardless of whether it stays with you.
And that’s all this author could hope for.
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L.D. Rose is a neurotic physician by day, crazed writer by night, and all around wannabe superhero. She writes paranormal romance and urban fantasy, but she’s been known to delve into horror, sci-fi, and medical suspense on occasion. Her debut novel, RELEASING THE DEMONS, is due out in the summer of 2015 with Soul Mate Publishing. L.D. Rose is a member of the RWA, FF&P, NEC-RWA and CoLoNY. She currently lives in Rhode Island with her studly hubby, her hyperactive boxer, and her two devious cats.
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