Last Friday I finished yet another revision of my middle grade novel, Walking the Plank. At exactly 6:00 p.m. I hit “send” and whooshed it off to my agent in NYC. A couple of breaths later I began to question whether I’d jumped the gun. Was it really done? Well, no, stories are rarely done, just “finished” to a point where another opinion is needed. And whether my agent sends it back with suggestions for further revision, or an editor does the same, I’ll just keep on keeping on until it’s “finished” again. And again. And again. Good thing for me that I enjoy the process, get a thrill out of persistence. I’m like Climber Guy, seen here scaling my office bookshelf — always ready for another go.
- by Tom Birdseye