A lot has happened since I wrote my last post, and specifically since July. There was of course my first Romance Writer’s of America (RWA) Conference in San Antonio, Texas, where I wowed several agents and editors into considering The Need for acquisition, got to hang out with some very cool authors like Shoshanna Evers, and yes, I saw the Alamo. I also noticed on the map that Austin was only an hour away, so after the conference I jetted up to visit with one of my dearest friends and made some new friends all while learning how to two-step in the 95-degree humidity. Then it was home (sort of) for a ridiculous amount of back and forth trips to Phoenix for a client where I got on a first name basis with much of the staff at the W and Phoenician. The corporate world has its perks…
I tried like a bat outta hell to be done with my new adult, lesbian, erotic thriller (can you say that ten times faster?) prior to departing for Europe in September. But this last revision tested my prowess as a writer like never before. I was nearly two years into perfecting this tale of two woman that fall in love while fighting to stay alive and I still had to take my work with me on vacation.
I’m not complaining.
Going to Europe as a 37 year old woman was a lot different than going ten years earlier. I wasn’t as enamored with finding the trendiest bars or the hottest beaches in Ibiza. Searching for yoga studios and vegan restaurants in Poland and Prague was far more rewarding than searching for underground parties. Clubbing ’til 6AM only to deal with a three-day hangover was replaced with jogs around castles and through parks and finding small cafés so I could write, drink espresso, and eat small baguettes with thinly sliced prosciutto and Mozzarella…
I got The Need done.
The day before my birthday and departure to the Czech Republic I put the finishing touches on that last chapter and those last few words, and I was able to escape with my lover, who decided to show up for my birthday (appropriately), to the city of some of the most amazing Gothic architecture I have ever seen. I celebrated the doubly momentous occasion by attending not one, but two, operas! Adult life has completely swept this woman. Of course, as challenging as it was to finish this manuscript in a way that keeps it edgy, dark, and controversial, but still has the promise of commercial viability, I know the greatest challenges lie ahead.
I’ve already sent the manuscript off to the three agents and three editors that requested it at RWA. As of today, I already have one offer for representation. This means more opportunities, but less control and working with a bigger team, and trusting that they know a thing or more than I do, and taking even more time to get my book out to the public when I consider it birthed and ready to go. I’m excited and nervous and I know I need to try something different, yet still wonder if I couldn’t do it better on my own, especially with all the lessons learned over the last nine years. And what if somewhere along this ride I make a mistake or they make a mistake? And that check engine light in the Porsche doesn’t go off in the next four weeks?
Life requires you take leaps of faith.