Last night, I had all but decided to scrap the first novel, for values of scrap equalling shelving it and not bothering any more agents with a query letter for it. The reason being that, although I still love this novel as much as I ever did, it has a lot of strikes against it. Firstly, length. Did I mention it's freaking enormous? Did I mention I haven't had a novel published before, and that makes its enormosity a larger strike against it? Also, there was some daunting happening, what with the sheer number of revision issues piling up in the lee of my backbrain like rubbish in a river bend. So much to do! And not typos or scene edits, either, but large-scale structural issues.
This morning, however, there was an email in my inbox asking how I was going with it, had any good news yet? Which might not sound like much, but this wasn't an email from a close acquaintance or family member; this was from someone I've never met, who read the novel for me a couple of months ago and is genuinely hopeful that I'll manage, somehow, to sell it. Sometimes, the opinions of strangers are easier to trust than those of people closeby. And, you know, as Tess so rightly pointed out to me, trusting my own (often critical and over-analytical) thoughts on this might not be either the wisest or even the sanest path to choose.
So I've spent this afternoon revamping my query letter (for lo, the previous query letter did suck, mightily). I think I've even managed to concoct something I like, which is a little surprising. If I still like it tomorrow, I'll start sending out a handful more queries.
In the meantime, I guess it's time to start considering those revision issues more seriously.
Also? I've decided it's time to redesign the website. (In for a penny, in for a pound. Sure, I can revise a superfreakinglong novel and redesign a website and write a new novel in July. What makes you think I can't?)
Save me now. Please.