Today, I feel like I gave birth to a 13- or 16-year-old (depending on when you consider the moment of literary conception) because I finished my novel. Finished as in finished; it’s packed and ready to go out into the world for the first time…evicted from living merely in my mind, where it had loving and helpful visitors, including a marvelous muse, editor, and doula (my husband, Robert Wexler) but where the novel has lived too long.
My original note for the concept (a tornado girl loses her memory and can see the memories of others) is dated 2001. The first page of the handwritten draft is dated 2004.
So however you count, it’s been a long time.
I’m grateful to the novel’s loving and helpful visitors. I’m exhausted and pleased and a little shocked to be vacated by its presence.
8 thoughts on “Happy birthday, dear novel”
WooHoo! Congrats, friend!
MAAZEL-TOV ! Ask Robert what it means. I hope that he knows. seymour
On Fri, Mar 31, 2017 at 7:08 PM, Being the Blog of Rebecca Kuder wrote:
> rebeccakuder posted: “Today, I feel like I gave birth to a 13- or > 16-year-old (depending on when you consider the moment > of literary conception) because I finished my novel. Finished as in > finished; it’s packed and ready to go out into the world for the first > time…evicted fr” >
Thank you, Seymour! Even I know what that means. :)
Congrats, Rebecca, what a great feeling! On to the next adventure!
Wow, that premise has me intrigued. I look forward to reading it! Kudos to you, Rebecca.
Congratulations, Rebecca! 😍
Thanks, all! :)