For the past four years I've participated in National Novel Writing Month.
The goal for NaNoWriMo is to write a 50,000 word novel in the month of
November. One year, one of the winners' prizes was a free proof copy of
your manuscript. I wanted a proof copy so I had physical evidence of
what I'd spent so much time working on. I just wanted for it to sit on
my bookshelf so I could admire it. I never even read it all the way
through because by the time I was done with it I was too sick of my own
words.
Recently I read a friend's self-published novel. It
was fun and entertaining and I read it in a couple days. But it wasn't
perfect. It wasn't the greatest novel ever written. But it was great. I realized for the
first time that nothing I ever wrote would be perfect. I could spent the
rest of my life trying to perfect one manuscript or I could work on it
until it was good enough and share that.
I read the proof copy of The Baker's Memory
that had been sitting on my shelf for two and a half years. It wasn't
perfect but it was fun and entertaining. I'm always surprised when my
writing hangs together. It's like I think I just throw words on the page
waiting to see what sticks. When it works, when it actually makes
sense, I'm always surprised. I shouldn't be. It's happened more than once.
My new goal is to be brave enough to share my
good-enough work because good-enough is all I'm ever going to have. If I
don't share that, I'll never share anything.
Hello, world! Meet The Baker's Memory!