Archive for April, 2015

The Waiting Game

You will doubtless have noticed that I’ve failed in my New Year’s Resolution by now: I haven’t posted since the sixth. Of January. Huzzah. But if I’m being honest I don’t quite know what else I expected. I have a terrible track record of maintaining a blog–and my life just gets busy once the school semester starts. But it’s nearly over, and every time it ends I come back, so I’m hoping that maybe school is just bad for me.

But it’s nearly over, and it’s been a hell of a four month stretch, friends, Romans…I’ve been in class, hosted a few functions, turned 22…I’ve been interning with a publishing house through university (and enjoying every minute of it)…but most importantly: I’ve finished my book. (That last sentence was a grammatical mess, but I can do what I want, it’s my blog.)

And I promise the book’s grammar is better than that last sentence.

It’s done, though! Really, totally done. Everyone reading this post at time of writing will have known me personally, probably for years, and all of you will doubtless have grown sick and tired of hearing 12, 15, 18, and 20-year-old Christopher talking about his damn book. But 22-year-old Christopher did it. The project stands at just under 130,000 words and is the first in an intended series of 5 science fiction novels. It’s really quite bizarre, having finished a project conceived in the second grade. I’ve spent the past month–discounting the time spent doing work and school work and drafting the query letter–mostly just staring aimlessly into space. I’ve played so much Minecraft I hurt my hands, and less Bloodborne than I would like, since it requires more of an investment of my time than I’ve been able to muster most days. I bought Xenoblade 3D and haven’t even touched it yet, and I spent the better part of three evenings watching Netflix and Marvel’s particularly excellent Daredevil show.

I have also started writing a new, unrelated book. I really like it, but I’m trying not to get too invested in the whole ordeal yet because I’m waiting on the first one.

Because most of what I can do right now is wait, and plan sequels. (Which I do need to do, outlines for books 3 and 4 of that first series are a little sketchy at the moment.) But really, waiting accounts for the vast bulk of my life. Those who know me will recognize the pun, as I wait tables at a local restaurant 5-6 nights a week. More to the point, I’m waiting for returns on my query letter. After seeing what the world of self-publishing looks like, I decided it wasn’t pretty and resolved to get my book out there the old-fashioned, more legitimate way. So I drafted a query letter and sent it to agents. Five agents, to be precise, and between now and the 16th of May I should get responses back, and once I have them, I’ll send more letters out in sets of five until I get a yes or die trying. I recognize that getting a book published is a particularly hard world to crack into, but this has been my dream since I was about 8-years-old, and I’m not about to back down this close to the edge. I’ve put too much time and effort and education into becoming a writer…so I do next to nothing for now, perversely.

I’ve always been uncomfortable doing nothing, it makes me twitchy. I’m happiest doing things and getting them finished so that when I do relax and can do so all the more with the knowledge that I’ve done all I can. But it’s extremely nerve-wracking, waiting on these emails. Every time I see the little email icon on my phone, I get excited for just a second before I see it’s more spam. I’m not afraid of rejection letters, I just want answers so I can move along with my questionings.

The more astute among you readers will notice I referenced working for a publishing house, and you might be asking, “Christopher, why don’t you just ask your employer?” Well, I don’t want to. I don’t want it to look like I’m only interning with them because I want their attention. I’m not looking to pander to anyone or to take the easy way out. I don’t want to not earn what I get. Especially with this. I want my accomplishments to be meritocratic. I want my book to be published because someone genuinely believes in it and not because I filed things for them all semester. I don’t want to be handed anything. Which is why I haven’t even told my employers I’ve written a book, I don’t want to look like a climber.

I’m going to do this by the book, even if it means waiting for weeks and months on an answer. At least I have Bloodborne, I guess? As good a way to spend my waiting time as any…and I guess I’ve got one more final paper to write for class.

Best wishes.